On the walk to your class
I hoped he would pass.
I smiled in your presence and I smiled in his presence,
But the difference in my smiles was in their very essence.
I found comfort in your arms,
I found butterflies in his arms.
Our conversations were peaceful melodies
But conversations with him were shameful remedies
When I longed for the fun and banter we lost in search of maturity.
I loved you but I liked him.
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Mosaic
Poetry'For what is love if not a beautiful mosaic of happiness and pain?' A collection of original short poems on topics that I feel most people relate to or know about but don't often speak about. Feedback is welcome and appreciated ❤️ Highest Rank: #8 ...
