Her hair is like the crisp autumn leaves.
Always changing, yet always beautiful.
Just like her.
Her eyes are like the bluest ocean and always manage to draw me in.
Always deep and beautiful.
Just like her.
Her spirit is always free and roaming to find it's place.
Always begging to be noticed, but it always is.
Just like her.
I beg to be perfect in everyone eyes.
I am to her, as she is to me.
I wish to be, just like her.
Nothing could change the way I feel.
Everything in my life is perfect when she's around.
Just like her.
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My Poetry
PoetryThese are just types of poems that come to my mind. Some may refer to me while others won't.
