Why did it
Take me so long
To meet her?Not to know her name,
But to truly meet her.
To realize how beautiful she is-Is like hearing your
Favorite song for
The first time.You recognize the chorus first-
The parts of her
That everyone knowsHer eyes
Her hair color
Her smileThen you hear
The verses-
The parts of her
Only her friends knowHer favorite color
Her favorite band
Her affinity for orange juice.Finally,
You know her melody
From the very first note.Her voice in public
Her voice alone
The way I feel when she says
"I love you"She is my favorite song
I took far too long to press play.
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Wishes May Come True...
PoetryA sequel to "Wishful Thinking", this will include my poetry from age 16-18. I'm still a mess, but I'm learning how to get better.