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Things He May Not Know


Sometimes my body moves faster than my mind Sometimes my heart falls faster than I'd like Be careful, watch your step You might fall out of line Stuck in some invisible cage dropping through time You can't seem to focus and you thought that you were fine But the next place you woke up at wasn't the last place you were lying So it wasnt what you planned; far from it actually But you could tell that this was something he had been factoring So you get mad, it's understandable To think that he had that on his mind the entire time; what a cannibal Disgusted and broken, you left as soon as you could But not two days later, you miss things that any best friend would The inside jokes, back-cracking, and late-night talks Sharing songs, saving seats, and random-get-out-of-class walks Trading iPods, sharing candy, and help with class work He always understood it all and could sometimes be a jerk But he filled me in on stuff I'd miss while I was half asleep Because he knew the night before I had quite the opposite of a dream He listened to all my stories and I listened to some of his He'd let me talk for hours and could pass my end-of-story quiz He knew my situation with this boy that I had liked He knew that it was mutual and he knew that I was siked I could tell that this was something that he didn't want to hear So I gave into a little flirting just to ease his fear Things with the other boy started to become official So I tried to stop the flirting but got no where little by little And for the final warning, I gave the silent treatment The last weapon that I had and by now this was no secret I held it for awhile until I finally burst I missed my best friend too much and id began to hurt But by now it's awkward and I wouldn't know where to start So much has happened since we last talked and I'm scared you might still be tart But I'm willing to open up again if you're up for what we had With one simple little rule; no flirting, not even a tad
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love_anonymous
<p>I can relate so much to this and I loved the flow of it. One last bit TELL HIM. Trust me, it will be not as bad as you imagine.</p>
RebeccaYSPerez
<p>Maybe it is because I cann&#39;t rhyme that I love your rhyming so very much, but really you have&nbsp; lot of sophistication in it. You refuse to use words that are childish or make up words (like me), and as well you don&#39;t sacrifice your idea of the line or stay off just so you can find the right word.</p><p>The story you are telling is easily relatable and I&#39;m sure plenty of people will tell you so. Thank you so much for sending this in!</p><p>Becca.</p>

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