It’s all the things you don’t say that sometimes seem to be screaming at me blatantly
That make me think you fancy me or that I simply have thought complacently
Erasing me
Would be okay
I could look the other way
Even if somewhere inside
I’d had hoped you asked me to stay
To play
The innocence of day by day
The most mundane yet somehow pained
Feelings that could go unexplained
I had to ask
Do you like me?
© The Sad Owl
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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