Lifting her up in my hands,
Heart Racing faster than Light Speed
Without any errands.
The Redness of her Nose,
When we came Close,
Her Tight Hugs > Drugs,
And ofcourse our fav. Mugs,
My '𝘉𝘶𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘴' jearsey was her especial Dress,
She called me her 'Very Own Mattress'
Told me,
I was all the Social-power,
To her childish Wallflower.

Caressing her Pimples,
Soothing her Dimples,

All this affection for others I have, is Fake
Letting you go was all my mistake.

I detest that last cookie in the Jar,
Your nights definitely miss their best-loved Star.

Discovering life on Mars is Easy,
Getting a person like you isn't,
Ain't nobody half that Cheesy.

𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 Â𝘮𝘦,
You'll be happy Wherever you be,
Failures of my efforts told me this:
In trying to Be.

'𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘢' I'm not taking any Cue,
I Still Hate You.
Saturday, February 20, 2021

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