Thoughts

"Inconsiderate" is one of those poems that come directly from the heart. Minimum thought - just pure feeling. (Which meant I had to do a thorough grammar search after I had published it) 

    Have you ever thought you liked someone then realise along the lines that they're just not for you?

  

The idea of being loved is quite different from the actual reality.

What makes this poem harsh to me is the fact I started to pick holes in what I once admired. I thought bitterly and harshly against a presumably lovely human being. 

  

There's always hope in being friends before lovers 

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