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The Love Poems to all the Unreceived Valentines
She told me she was never happy.
As I made her laugh.
And,
She said that she felt alone.
Whenever she talked to me.
And,
Maybe I don't pick on signs.
But, I wonder if it coulda been something good.
If I had just said hello.
Maybe made her laugh.
I don't really know.
I'm relatively oblivious to the things.
Going on around me.
I don't know the difference.
Between one mystifying display of emotion.
From the other.
But shouldn't being happy when.
Mostly you're miserable be a sign.
There coulda been an us.
As I made her laugh.
And,
She said that she felt alone.
Whenever she talked to me.
And,
Maybe I don't pick on signs.
But, I wonder if it coulda been something good.
If I had just said hello.
Maybe made her laugh.
I don't really know.
I'm relatively oblivious to the things.
Going on around me.
I don't know the difference.
Between one mystifying display of emotion.
From the other.
But shouldn't being happy when.
Mostly you're miserable be a sign.
There coulda been an us.
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