A poem
Shreyasee Pal
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You text me at midnight, because
you’re bored,
And I feel like a half-smoked
cigarette tossed on the floor.
I’m just the unnoticed picture
hanging in your hall,
An optional lover for when your first
love falls.
I’m just a distant star in your
galaxy,
The backup plan you call when you’re
high and free.
The girl that fills in your empty
space,
A second choice that you always
easily replace.
You showed me crumbles of affection,
never the whole.
Because I’m just a rebound to ease
your soul.
I’m just a whisper not the voice in
your mind,
Just a boring thought that you’ll
leave behind.
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