Category : Poems

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We always make plans to meet up, 
 But we never do...

 It's been years and I'm still here,
  Waiting for you. 
  Willing to see you,
  As you are for me.

 My mind makes up scenarios,
  And I'm not a good scriptwriter. 

  What if I started seeing you 
  As more than a friend 
  After all our conversations?
    Without even wanting to like a friend.

You told me about the last boy
  Who broke your heart.
   You also told me about the one
   Who kissed you for your first time. 

I'm sorry that none of them
  Gave you their love.