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I know... Another downer poem right? Lol Good things dooo happen to me, I swear. It's just that its the ugly stuff prompts me to write. I think its that awkward stage people go through at 21 huh?! So for the last gronk. Nothing fancy but anyways, Poem.
I bit my tongue in every effort not to be too forward
I figured ‘open’ ain’t your thing by the way you ignored it
Fabricated hope, you said you wouldn’t leave me waiting
So I brushed off delays thought I was over speculating
I continued pacing
My fucking time you’re wasting
& all I wanted was a friend for this tobacco lacing
Someone to share a beat with
We’d touch each others faces
If it felt right we could try it in more intimate places
But I get it, I get it
& I’ll leave it alone
I’ll stop sending you messages & calling your phone
Evidently I’m right
I’m still hoping I’m wrong
I’m no good with the games
Haven’t played in so long
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