the prettiest things tumbled out of her mouth,
her smile started with her eyes.
he thought he noticed the little things,
and fell in love there and then.
but, he fell in love with the idea of her,
and tried to make what he saw fit.
the girl that he loved had never existed,
he'd made her up inside his head.
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Poetrymy system is clogged with metaphor and i need to get it out A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY (!) nb: if lack of capitalisation and 'artistic' punctuation don't tickle your pickle, apologies but this book is not for you [working title] probable swearing... y...