Poetry Blog by Chloe Love (boys)

Here we go again with the same old lines,

But every time we speak it just declines.

So I put up a hard round shell,

And pretend that I feel all so well.

You tell me to trust you,

But I am afraid it is well overdue.

 

The times when we spoke,

Were a good old joke,

But then it turned all so serious,

And I became more mysterious.         

I wish we could go back in ti...

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