𝔹𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕖

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The water droplets patter on the concrete
As your baby blues cross my mind.

My aching heart struggles to keep it's beat
While my love is failing to bind.

I wish so bad to get over you!
To see a picture of you and not want to cry.

My favorite color is not even blue.
Yet I'd pick this shade over any, I cannot lie.

~a poem by Elizabeth Kay on being in love~

~a poem by Elizabeth Kay on being in love~

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A/N~

This poem may or may not be about the guy I may or may not have been in love with for five years. I don't wanna talk about it 🤣😅

I know I said I am going on hiatus, but I hope to at least update my poetry book from time to time. Right now, I'm putting up some poems I haven't published yet but are already done. Let me know your thoughts, I kind of like this one 💕

PS: That picture is of my horse, Puppy! 🥰

-Eli 💚🐁

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