Day 5
Four freaking letters turned my heart to Jelly.
I spend hours staring at his contact on my phone.
I spend hours waiting to see his call.
I spend hours thinking of him.What kind of enchantment are those four letters?
I no longer mind being a fool
I don't care that I may seem stupidWhen I pass the mirrors I have to turn and stare
Are the letters stamped on my forehead too
Or is it just my heartAll I see is a reflection of melted mush
All I want is to breathe the same air as he
All I need is to have him by my side.
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Dedicated to my good friend proudweirdmixer I hope you pull through shit b.
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