The Days After - Poem by emily leith
I remember the days after we meet.
For some reason unknown to me
We set together everyday,
And got to know each other.
I learned that your favorite color is gray, and mine is red
I found your ticklish spots and you found the one on my knee
You would never admit you were wrong,
And you never hit me once.
We were such good friends that nobody
Thought it was weird when we fell asleep on each other shoulders
Your charm cause me to fall for you,
But we were just friends,
Because that’s how you wanted it.
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