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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Yellow in your eyes— seemed bright, but honeyed words didn’t feel right. Letters that questioned truth and dare, asked other girls— green-eyed, now I won’t spare. Engraved in my head, the lesson’s clear: Don’t forget. Player, player—why would he care? Saw those chats, I won’t spare. A green flag in your eyes But I fear the truth hides in disguise You call me dear, so sweet, so sincere yet ain’t near— Near? a year wasted still I’m here Your heart, though, never truly here Sometimes, I wish the word heart could disappear Lied in my face, stuck in a maze, one i did escape Never revealed, never said– feelings could cage me so don’t forget. The ear will hear , the heart will cheer Not so sunshine nights in tears? in my sight “This isn’t you” is my fear Hits and slits— the blood drips. I won’t trust you—this line hits. A picture I made in my mind Some unsaid things I’ve left behind My heart trembles—the reply won’t be kind So I stayed quiet, and shut my mind Sidled up next to me, probably forgotten did he? Was that something? Attraction, maybe. Maybe I’m right, maybe I’m wrong— But if that’s the case— I’m already lost in your gaze. Not so platonic— Definitely ironic, But still iconic. Knew our hearts—platonic don’t relate. I won’t date. That’s what I hate.
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