I'm jealous of her
Neither because of her appearance,
Nor her materials.
I'm jealous.
Not because of her attitude,
But because she's beside you.
I'm ungratefully jealous.
I can do nothing about it.
This is the first time
That I actually said it.
I'm so ******* done
With this drama.
I just want to tell you
What I really feel.
You made this.
You literally made me.
I just miss you.
I can still imagine you beside me,
Playing a guitar
And the Beatles.
Happy Father's Day
Even though
You forgot
To be one.
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
I'm jealous of her
Neither because of her appearance,
Nor her materials.
I'm jealous.
Not because of her attitude,
But because she's beside you.
I'm ungratefully jealous.
I can do nothing about it.
This is the first time
That I actually said it.
I'm so ******* done
With this drama.
I just want to tell you
What I really feel.
You made this.
You literally made me.
I just miss you.
I can still imagine you beside me,
Playing a guitar
And the Beatles.
Happy Father's Day
Even though
You forgot
To be one.
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