Because she loves him, she puts on a game.

Usually its Mario Kart. The two know that she sucks at it, she is absolutely horrific. 

But to poke his already fragile bubble with questions:

"What happened?" "Are you okay?" 

Isn't how they handle things. Because she loves him, she instead of prodding, 

she plays as Peach, desperately trying to to do at least one lap without falling. 


Because he loves her, he stays quiet. 

It's hard sometimes, when he see's her lip, quivering and her eyes shimmering 

with a fresh new coat to tears. 

Instead, he listens, quiet and attentive. As she sobs about what makes her glum

he knows that he's her only chum 

and though he yearns to wrap his arms around her, to take her shivering away, 

he knows she will appreciate him just to stay, and listen. 


Because I love you, I'll be patient for when my ear can be of use to you, so you can empty out the reasons as to 

why you are so blue.

 I wont push you into telling me how you feel, 

I want you to know, that I will always be here. 



This poem is about: 
Our world


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

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