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Eight Past Ten

By Hannah523, Winterport, ME

City lights are glowing,
your bedroom light is dimming,
and we are caught pretending
that we could be more than friends.
I'm not your acquaintance,
no not tonight.

"I'm not just a friend,"
you say as we lie awake.
And tomorrow my heart will break
because these words won't mean anything.

Open your heart to me.
I already have.
It's just the age, It's just the age.
Because you're eight past ten, and I'm six past nine.

This'll hurt tomorrow, I said,
When we have to get up
and leave this bed.


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