the waitA Poem by anais.vionetturns out, he doesn't know me at ALL
You called me "temperamental."
You said I’m “taciturn and I'm spoiled.” We were in the crowded cafeteria, so refused to become embroiled. I wanted to say you’re conceited - a know-it all , with stupid hair and between your ears there’s nothing there. But what you said stuck in my head. No more texts! I'm ignoring your thread. I have things to tell you - to your face - and that would be Monday (I'll have to wait). You think you’re hot - but NO, your NOT - and I'm done helping you study. Your jokes are lame your kisses tame and by the way - your dog is ugly. © 2020 anais.vionetAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on December 14, 2020 Last Updated on December 17, 2020 Tags: arguements, weekends, waiting, teen Author
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