I've met someone new,
but he's not like you.
His hair's not bleached like yours,
it's black and fluffy and soft.
I miss your hair.
He's not short like you,
but that never mattered.
He's more sensible than you,
less ambitious and gutsy.
He watches movies like we did,
but it's not the same.
He chews his popcorn to quietly,
and doesn't crunch ice.
I would say I love him,
but all I've thought about was you.
Maybe I shouldn't want someone,
who's so unlike you.
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How We Were
PoetryThis is poetry of past experiences. This is poetry of what I have seen. There are no main characters. These poems may relate but are not thoroughly connected as one. Each one is about someone or something else. Interpret these poems as you will. I j...
