I am here and there.
Maybe everywhere.
I followed him to the ends of the Earth.
Sometimes he’d look back and smile,
just to string me along.
I know he was just lonely,
too afraid to let me in.
But sometimes I wish,
I had tried a smudge harder.
And just maybe
he would have invited me along,
instead of me following like a lost pup.
Yet still I care and still I run.
After the boy that doesn’t care.
I know we’d be great,
if only I could step up.

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