The boy lying on my shoulder

May 16, 2016

I told him millions of times of how he made me feel

but he never I MEAN NEVER! UNDERSTAND OF HOW MANY TEARS THAT HAVE FALLEN

EVERY SINGLE NIGHT KNOWING HE DOESN'T THINK OF ME OF THE WAY I THINK OF HIM.

every night i dont know what to catch either my tears or my heart.

BUT ITS TOO LATE BOTH HAVE SHUTTERED TORN AND BROKEN

i can see his clues

not replying to messages, pretending he doesn't see me

never thought ghost were real until i met him

the things i do to make him notice me

IS RIDICULOUS.

Now i think of it theres more than 3 billion boys in this world and i chose this one

that doesnt look as me as a princess when i look at him as a prince

he doesnt deserve the rivers that i made with my tears

nor does he deserve the love i would give to him

sending him long paragraphs of how he makes me happy

cheesy pick up lines just to make him laugh

do anything to keep him next to me

and hes always complaing of how girls do him wrong

u wanna know the funny thing?

after each break up he comes back with tears

telling me about hes wanting to find a girl that stays

maybe if he got glasses and wasnt so blind

and looked up at the face of the shoulder thats he laying on.

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