Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
It's 11:11,
Here's our armistice for the future,
I'll put my pen and hurt down,
You put your guard and thoughts down,
Gave you 10 months of my life to see what would happen,
Had an expiry date from the start but it doesn't matter,
Your life continued, mine stayed on the same chapter,
If you read this, give me a simple answer,
Why did I hold the weights on all your past problems?
Don't touch, don't kiss, don't speak, don't tell,
Don't reveal, don't mention, don't feel,
Don't marry, don't date, we're just friends,
A friend that tells me off for being a bad boyfriend,
10 months together, 10 months to wait and heal,
The story finally passed the top of the hill,
It's all over, and by next year I hope I don't think about you,
Because then you'll think I'm still obsessed with you,
It's 11:12,
The more petals I taste the more I'm bitter,
Don't, don't, don't, didn't leave her,
Your home location is the ringer,
I'll be harsh once, feel all the remorse,
That you gave me nothing and I wanted to give you the world,
That's a lot to say, now the transmission is over,
I said happy birthday and you just glossed over.
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