Prompt Source: Writing Bad
“Boy look at you looking at me
I know you know how I feel
Loving you is hard
Being here is harder.
I see you standing there
Watching me.
I can’t go to you,
No matter how much I want to.
Your hair dances with the wind.
I want to run my fingers through it,
But we both know I can’t.
I know you hate me now,
But darlin’, I’m sorry,
It’s for the best.”
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