“You and me” by me.
For the wonderful person who requested a poem about not being able to stop thinking about someone even though you know nothing will ever happen.
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I’ve never had a macaroon, how sad is that?
EHH.. pretty sad :)
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You don’t need to buy me expensive things or take me out to dinner every night or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me or post a picture of us on instagram. Then that’s all I care about. I want the little things. I care way more about that, than anything else.
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