Long sweaters,
High tops.
Awkward stance,
Little dimples.
Dyed red hair,
Topped with a beanie.
Blue eyes,
Drowned in
Black.
Different,
Called crazy.
I chased after you,
You disappeared.
I found you one day,
Not like I wanted to.
You were blushing,
Had red cheeks.
I should've told you,
You were beautiful.
Too late,
That beautiful girl,
Is now a corpse,
Still blushing.
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