Picking up Music

Kipperoni
May 29
1 min read

My friends are all picking up music.

I don't think I want to do this.

And the guy I want?

Well he doesn't seem to want me.

I only wish they could see.

I only want him.

But he's still seeing all of them.

He ain't even asking how I'm doing.

I swear he's working all the time.

Why does all this have to rhyme?

My friends are picking up music.

I don't want to do this.

He says it's just to help.

But, so am I.

Yet, he's so very shy.

I'm depressed.

Yes.

How can you not see?

Baby, I only want you.

And for you to want me too.

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