She said, " I understood your poem, and it's sitting on my shelf."
"I wish I figured out sooner, the way I felt about you."
"So maybe you'll change your mind, because I think I want you to."
What you feel does not mean nothing,
I wanted to give my heart to a Ring.
I'm still waiting, you will always have the truth,
I'm waiting for our feelings to untangle from our youth.
A poem. 12/fr.
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