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Fumbling around to find my phone ring
Gasping at it hearing a ping
"I think I found my girl"
So he does like another girl
He must have never liked me
Accept we are just friends and let it be
"So tell me who it is"
A lost chance I'll always miss
"She's from school...I really like her
I just dont know how to tell her"
This has gone way too far
texting,proposal,bf gf,love,love poems,poetry on love"Dude just tell her"
"I think it may not be the right time"
It's okay my heart its gonna be fine
"Just tell her you idiot"                           
It reminds me of the pain of period
My heart is shattered, tears dry
Curl up in a corner I wanna die
But why do I even care
All bits of this friendship was a dare
"I'm too nervous...lemme try on you?"
Wow now have to deal with this
A fake proposal a bliss
What about the times we spent
Those smiles and glances they meant?
Maybe I'm overthinking
"Okay...blurt out your thing "
"I'm a bit weird and so are you
I really like you and hope you do too"
"Ya ya I like you too....
Now go tell her boo..."
Crying in my pillow
Wetting my sleeves
A lump in my throat I swallow
As I see my crush leaves
"I already did,you said you like me too
So is this a yes boo..?"

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