23. Forced Rhymes

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Certainly not the best when I try to steal your attention
Just that one look but it's never in my direction
My heart is bailing on me just tired of all the pretension
Clearly all I have succeeded in, are your misconceptions

Spent all my teenage years yearning for your love
I wear your affection and approval like a glove
Too bad it was too big for my small hands and my young love
I prayed if I kissed you, you would not shove

I convince myself that I will grow
And maybe you'll see my glow
Maybe, just maybe my hands will fit into your glove and my heart will drum with vertigo

Or maybe, just maybe my love is just as forced as my rhymes in this poem for you




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