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Loves me Not (part 3)

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

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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