Made Up

You smile at me like it
might mean something more
So why am I always trying
to run out the door

I write you poems that 
tell you how I really feel
Then you ignore me all week
act like it's no big deal

And I really didn't think
that time could change us
But lately I've been thinking
that my mind is made up

-meb

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