Not a Chance
This is about someone in our vocal community, I refuse to say who.
I know that you will never feel this way.
I just want a way to say,
"I like you," isn't as strong as I feel.
I know it's soon but the feeling is real.
I know I'll never be with you.
It makes me feel a little blue.
Reading your wit
helps me know I'll get over it.
I wish I had a chance with you
but forever, I won't feel blue.
Your messages make me truly laugh.
Hopefully, soon I won't need this mental pros and cons graph.
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Although I won't say who this is about, I know if he reads it, he will know it is about him.
About the Creator
Rene Peters
I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.
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