my friends laugh
with the volume up
while i stand at the side
mute,
noticing how pretty they all are
and how the girl on his mind
could be any
of them.
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blinded
Poetryshe was blinded by his perfection. he was too blind to realise. ☁ [copyright simile-, two thousand and fourteen] #140 in Poetry | #904 in Romance
