She lived in a place of mind that reminded me of teenage years,
I was awed by her thoughts of wonderlands,
But now I can see she would daydream of incredible worlds but as soon as she woke up she waked to wastelands,
She lived in a mysterious way,
She listened to old records and rode vintage bicycles,
She was a wallflower and yet was still the most popular girl at school,
I guess she was just a better version of what we all were.
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Poetry 2
PoetryLove is nothing but being strangers, then friends, best friends, lovers, and then it all crashes down, and your strangers once more.
