Seven/Ten - Poem by Abigaille Bular
You were with my best friend,
but things began to bend.
She cheated on you with some chump,
and it left you in a slump.
We got close at a bonfire,
instead of Miejer.
I started to care about what I looked like around you,
and you started to share your feelings and experiences with me.
You gave me a seven/ten on how much you liked me.
Seven might be a low number,
but things feel like heaven.
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