i don't see her like that
the way she sees me
you know
that way
the puppy eyes and
always trying to get my attention
that way
yeah and we are close
but don't be fooled
i don't like her in that way
she's not my type
i don't see her like that
YOU ARE READING
sweet dreams and chamomile tea
Poetrypoems that hit me at random times. every single one has a meaning. every single one makes up a page in my book.
