Can I twirl your hair around my finger?
And make you locks of effort,
and give you some of my peanut butter after?
Three dimensional you saw me and him,
one siding loving and caring,
wasting gifts and money,
and mostly time.
Because you knew my eyes never have gotten such a shine,
but also then overlapped overdosis in suprise,
leaving me in making crimes.
You didn't touch my shoulder with your finger,
asking me if feelings towards him linger.
You chose to leave me unsure,
madly but still I hoped seeing signs for more.
Because he started loving you, sure
You were getting along with him more.
Never knew what your motive was,
but now you are sitting at the side of my bed and sometimes making a fuss,
but I still make you coffee of my lovely coffeine lust.
I thought: ,,They'll be together, won't they?"
You should've have seen his eyes,
You should've have seen his smile,
You should've seen his movement,
You should've seen his talk,
But you knew
And still said to him you don't love him.
Because you saw,
what I did to him,
and he to me.
Copyright © Adna Demiri | Year Posted 2024
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