oh how i wish you could've looked at me the way you look at her. remember how i always used to look at you? like a child meeting their favorite princess for the first time.
i remember how bright your smile used to be when you'd see me walk out of my house. i also watched that bright smile fade into a frown i cant seem to get out of my head.
i wish you could've looked at me the way you look at her, but you can't because i am not her.
~she makes you happier. be with her~
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Savanna Mapes
Hi! I'm Savanna I'm 19 years old and I'm currently working on my first ever poetry book! It's titled "Café Thoughts" and I'm planning on having it done by winter of 2021.
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