I know the way your fingers felt
While tracing down my skin
And the way my heart would melt
When you wanted to stay in
I know the kind of beers you drink
As well as the car you drive
But I never knew what you would think
Or when you truly felt alive
I knew all your first layers
But you never let me peel
Its like you ignored my prayers
And were never truly real
I wonder about your deepest thoughts
The ones you didnt share
I know you said you loved me lots
But I just wanted you to care
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PoetrySelf-written poems about my everyday feelings and thoughts to which some of you might relate.
