Friends With A Past
When I see you
I can't help but smile
I can't help but laugh
And when you do your dorky things,
I can't help but like you,
Yes your beautiful
But it's the little things you do
That makes you attractive
The nerdy things you say
You grow on me
How did I not see this stuff before?
I want you
And can't have you
I blew my chance
And we both know it
So I won't even bother trying
We'll remain friends with a past
I'm no stranger to that..
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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