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Blue girl, brew boy
Would it be easier to tell you how I feel?
Would you be happy if finally looked at you?
To see you for who you really are.
Instead, of just my crush at the bar.

Every time, I park outside.
Every single night, hoping I'll come across you.
The nights, you aren't in my sight.
Are shrouded in blues and brews.

I may as well be the mist outside–
Slowly drifting by.
"Hey, I know you don't know me but um
hi!"

© DolorTheDaimone