Wanted

I wonder if I can't get over you

Because I can't get over being wanted

 

There was something special about being wanted

Knowing you'd talk for hours about me

And go out of your way to see

A girl I thought could never be liked

A girl like me

 

And there was something special in the way we talked 

The way we'd talk for hours about seemingly nothing

Because neither of us could let the conversation die 

And I think we both knew why 

Deep inside 

But we let it continue because special means you may not find it again

 

But oh, how I hope you find me again 

dandelions

NJ

13 years old

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