So Predictable

A Poem by Angilioth

your predictable baby even though you say you hate me you still wait for me on the way to my bus stop and follow behind me with that same shy expression when its lunch time you wait for me on in the same spot and say you werent waiting for me you were just wanting some one to talk to then you follow behind me with your face all red baby you are just so cute when your not honest with yourself

you just dont understand that i already know that you love me and i love you more than you know