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Stuck in the Ground

Picking daisies, picking friends; Everything withers away in the end. Surely you know they both come and go, But you wouldn't because you left to soon, And morning blooms at the end of June. Back to your roots away from me; You're so far deep and I can't see. I tried to pick you, but stayed in place; Reasons for the sheer look of embarrassment on my face. Thought picking daisies was simple and sweet; Looks as though I've come to know defeat.

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Last Summers late night poems

A quick smoke and funny joke.

Sitting like a sponge, letting everything soak.

Back from school with all your new stories to tell

Basically I’m here in the passenger seat, telling the old you I used to know farewell.

Your smile still makes me melt and your eyes forever gleam,

Sadly all these new harder drugs seem to deem.

I don’t wanna see you go so soon,

But you’re not the same boy who graduated here last June.

A casual smoker to a pack a day

these new habits of yours seem to be bray.

You drop me off way past ten,

Seems like I’m back in the friendzone again.

Trying to get your attention with laughs and quick adoring glares,

This just isn’t fair.

Its been over a year since these feelings have arose,

But I’m always the first girl that goes.

Just friends, always a friend,

Now tell me when did kissing and holding hands with your “friend” become a trend.

You always call me when you’re high,

And tell me how slow time goes by.

poppinpilla

no matter how things left off you were a huge part of my life and I will always remember you and your amazing smile. Till we see each other on the other side, take care.