i'm only me when i'm with you, ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ, 00.33
quiet girl, stormy eyes,
i love her in a way
language can't suffice.
athena's mind, diana's grace,
witty as a sherlock case,
(and she can punch you in the face).
she's gilmore and she's granger,
she's intelligent and she's kind;
though a menace of a debater.
my heart was hers since '17,
the greatest friend someone could find.
today, moya myshka turns fourteen,
six years after two souls intertwined.
to my beautiful best girl,
the one and only --
the antithetical dreamer a stry
once called rory.
YOU ARE READING
[14] - monday's child.
Poetry𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴. original poetry i wrote at fourteen.