I met a girl,
She was serious and wise.
She took me dancing, under night skies.
Now I wear her pride like a crown.
I met a girl,
She was sweet and kind.
She took me to see the sunset on Mars.
Sometimes she'd give me seashells of all kinds
Some day I might meet a girl quite like the one I found.
I met a girl,
She was tense and on-point,
Her heart was a book full of poems to behold.
We read all the old poems she'd found.
I met a girl,
She was salty and cruel,
She said she hates my soul, so
I listened to her till the sun went down.
She was not like the ones I usually find,
Into my arms she left her sorrows and
Walked on.
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Poems and Unsent Letters
PoetryI often write little poems and letters here and there, I thought I'd bring them out for a walk to see the world, cuz they're just sitting in my notes app gathering digital dust. DO NOT REPOST.
