Memory

[poetry_x_person]

With you around

There’s no hope for the rest of us

One flip of your blonde hair, and puff of your chest

A flash of your smile, and a mention of your music

They’re hooked like fish on a line

Near you being attractive is useless

Being noticed is a fantasy

I might as well wear a paper bag over my head

The third wheel is all I am

As they all

Comments

[faded_xromance]

i hate her.