Oh my love, I asked you once,
but you were silly to not make the choice
I knew it could effect my chance with you
But I went ahead and thought it through
I then asked you to be my love
But when it was awkward, I'd had enough
we broke up that same week
but as you said...
I would miss you ever since.
Oh my love, you are no more,
but somehow I feel theres love at core
I don't love you the way it used to occor
but I'm still jelous when your with that other girl
I don't know why I feel like this
but when your with her...
Its you I miss.
Please tell me, do I still like him? or do I miss him...
By Kaitlyn Weir
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