A Poem for a Moron
Am I destined,
to spend the rest of my life,
making the same mistake
over and over,
over and over,
and over again.
Smashing my face of a brick wall,
each time expecting something to change,
yet at the same time knowing it won't.
An uncountable amount of time I've sat,
stunned
and in shock
that I managed once again, to set myself up.
Your presence makes me think that this time will be different,
your smile makes me doude my past experances,
your conversation and geekish laught make me forget.
Your rejection makes me want to try again.
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