there was a silence before you
decided to call me out.
•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•
i don't recall letting you in
but for some reason it's killing me,
the fact you actually became interested
in little old me.
when i have nothing to offer,
except
social awkwardness
and halfway decent looks.
we think we know everything but,
truth is,
the love we have is close to secrets
-s.h.-
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The Moon, The Stars, You.
PoetryThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coi...
