High school has become a bunch of scattered memories, and no matter how hard I try to put the puzzle of my past back together I seem to always have a piece missing.
One thought that always comes to mind is me and you in chemistry class.
Your jokes were as dry as the desert heat, but you still made me laugh.
There was always something between us, but we were just too shy to admit, the constant sparks we saw in each others eyes.
8 years later, you're still the same guy from chemistry class, jokes as dry as an over cooked steak, but this time we aren't friends anymore, we're everything we ever longed for.
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Poetry & Things
PoetryA series of different poems with different emotions attached. Dive deep into my thoughts and feelings as I deal with my life and the people I come into contact with.
