The first few hours reminiscing seem nice,
but dear lord what a waist that was,
thinking about how pretty your smile was,
or those big blue eyes,
such a wast,
because I wish you would have held me like you hold her,
I wish you could look at me the same,
"its okay,
I'm not upset,
shes pretty,
you two are cute together,"
I say,
but that doesn't make it hurt any less,
but you don't care,
hold her tight wile I wast some more time,
some more thought,
more effort,
just to waist this poem on you.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
The first few hours reminiscing seem nice,
but dear lord what a waist that was,
thinking about how pretty your smile was,
or those big blue eyes,
such a wast,
because I wish you would have held me like you hold her,
I wish you could look at me the same,
"its okay,
I'm not upset,
shes pretty,
you two are cute together,"
I say,
but that doesn't make it hurt any less,
but you don't care,
hold her tight wile I wast some more time,
some more thought,
more effort,
just to waist this poem on you.
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