Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 3
scribbling in my red pen
if i circle out your name,
and admit that i liked you
would be still be friends?
well, i want to hold your hand
but iā€™m afraid of losing what i have,
things will never be the same again
so i give up another wasted chance, another missed opportunity,
another means to our end.
Jo
Written by
Jo  16/F
(16/F)   
61
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems