Yellow Nail Polish
I got on yellow nail polish
trying to lift my mood.
I thought it was workin’
till I saw you
you had on a smile
that I used to love to see
except this time
it wasn't aimed at me
you were flirtin’ with a freshman
just another hit and run
been avoiding you,
so I turn to go another way
but not before you see me.
Our eyes are meeting, having a
conversation of their own
Yours eyes say “i'm sorry”
while mine are saying “go away”
but like always you don't listen to me
you start walking towards me
so I turn and bolt
thats just me being me
always trying to run away
I guess my yellow nail polish
isnt going to save the day
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