The flirty giggle when sweetly spoken to.
The wrinkled nose, to displeasure shown
The belief that all are good until proven untrue
That being nice is not to be scorn.
Being open yet playfully curt
Showing emotion and feeling
Displays of anger and hurt
Of abandoned senses reeling.
Of caring when there's no need
Being supportive even through despair
Showing the true side to heed
Even when all's beyond repair.
Smiling and jesting through the remarks thrown
Believing the strength of love will rule
Accepting rejection with grace unknown
Always nearly the friend, but a bigger fool.
No, I haven't changed
Just marred with questions unanswered
Or, you've just never seen
Everything I have willingly offered.
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