I saw you with her,
While I was talking to the bartender.
Maybe accidentally,
Perhaps not, so I just laid low.
Your hands holding hers tightly,
Almost never letting go.
Oh, how I wish that was me and you.
And how I wish you'd want me too.
-Ploys. :')
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Writer's Block.
PoetryGrammatically incorrect drabble and stuff that talks about bullshits like love, sadness and the likes. Some aren't mine, so, yeah. -Ploys