It’s almost a year when I’ve met you; And four rough months of kinda knowing you. My first impression was never true, You are not hushed nor dour boo.
I once made a poem for you, Thinking I was just amazed you’re true. Ignoring whispers that I’m liking you, Making moves I didn’t expect feelings could grow.
I have never thought of falling for you, It just came to me like a surprise blow; Hitting hard where the bell is far from saving me, and ohh! The sad thing is that you don’t even know.
It scares me that this grown feeling would show; The reason why I’m hiding from you, Is your tendency of being cold and blue; And I can see you don’t feel the same way too.
10-20-15 ;10:05am -clai 
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Beautiful. 😉
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Thank you ❤
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