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This one is very close to me since I have written it after facing insults and ignorance from people and especially that one guy I wanted and craved.
If you all really want to connect with this one you can listen to the song above and then read my poem as it is in the same tune. Inspiration from Sierra
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Slim figures all the way in
I ain't in the painters painting
Everyone desires for her and not me.
All the boys are saying
Who will ever pick her anyway
I have the same question for days
I gaze at you but you're already staring
Your eyes found mine and pretend to look somewhere
Did I do something or was it her again?
I can see her making her way in
You talking to her but your eyes are somewhat Saying
Are they calling to me ?
This wasn't what I wanted see
But now I know that I should go
But if I were her maybe you'd say more
That baby I don't want you to go.
I had always been waiting for you
Waiting for you....
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YOU ARE READING
It Ends With Us
Poetry∆|● As the sun wakes up And I feel the coldness again My side is empty But my eyes are filled again.. ~L.G ∆|● Classy jewels, black lips welcome to where we all merely exist. ∆|●
