“You like him”
“No, I don’t”
“Yes you do”
“What are you talking about”
“Have you seen the way, your eyes look at him”
“No”
“Have you seen the way your cheeks flush”
“No”
“You like him”
“Well… maybe”
“You like him”
“No, I don’t”
“Yes you do”
“What are you talking about”
“Have you seen the way, your eyes look at him”
“No”
“Have you seen the way your cheeks flush”
“No”
“You like him”
“Well… maybe”
I’m afraid that I’ll lose my friends,
And I don’t mean that in a literal way,
More like my voice fades into the background,
My best friend no longer calls me bestie.
I’m afraid I’m not interesting anymore,
I made brownies and carefully placed choco chips on the top,
I carved your name in the raw top,
maybe I can grant your wish and be yours,
perhaps I can wish you over with sweets.
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