A fallen arrow
I like her, but I don't know if she likes me
It's hard to tell honestly
She talked and texted me platonically
Then she ghosted me for a while
She's like a projectile
Soars through the air then slowly falls
Loses interest, doesn't answer my calls
But now it's different, it's like I've picked up the arrow
And she's been waiting alot
She's more talkative, less narrow
I think it's time for me to pick up my bow and shoot my shot
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