Just leave me be, don’t lead me on,
I think of you the first thing every dawn.
I don’t ask for a lot, a simple yes or no,
This long wait has me feeling a little low.
I question, do I even like you anymore?
In my chest, there’s a dull throbbing sore.
But the sore isn’t too bad, it’s bearable,
To get back up, I know I am capable.
And that’s how I know, I never loved you,
Even if right now I feel a little blue.
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Author:
Ladywithaquill (
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- Published: May 7th, 2025 15:30
- Comment from author about the poem: Silly lil old rhyme I found in my diary.
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