It's a lovely thing being able to miss someone new,
I think I finally am over you.
I found a beautiful city,
And I found myself in it.
Sometimes, I think of the city as person,
And sometimes, I even think of you.
I may have met someone new,
But there will not be any eyes as ice blue as yours.
I cut my hair,
I left myself there in that tiny town,
But I found this version of her.
And she is one hell of a woman.
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Poems for Sarcastic People
ŞiirI sometimes get inspired by just a word spoken. So, these are my thoughts. Be wary though because some of them are about four years old.
