What is Love?
Apparently I don’t know.
Neither does he.
Sometimes I sit down, think and say why is this happening to me?
It seems like he doesn’t like me for me.
But I try my best to be the best I can be.
I go through all this just to please he.
But the funny thing is would he go through all this for me; Bri
I consider myself the girl of his dreams.
Like his favorite flavor of ice cream.
STOP!
I’m running out of time!
I’m losing my mind.
Everything is black.
I think I’m gong blind.
No txt.
No call.
Might as well not talk to that boy at all.
OH NO!
I’ve HIT A BRICK WALL!
WHAT IS LOVE!
~Sha’Kita~
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