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A poem about not knowing if that someone really wants to be with you
Submitted:Mar 18, 2007 Reads: 132 Comments: 3 Likes: 0
Strangely you
stick around,
here.
Once I thought
you grew tired
of the charades
we play,
dear.
You stick around
somehow,
and I don't
complain
now.
Maybe you're
used to it.
Maybe you like
how we
laugh and get into it.
How we
tease and fight
and
it's only these things
at least.
Some common
ground.
Still your
heart cannot
be found.
It's strange how you
stick around.
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