Poetry Notes And Or Short Stories

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When I first met her, she was wild.
She was a dazzling smile and intriguing eyes.
She was an unsolved mystery.
She was the flutter of a butterflys wing, and the wind beneath the birds feathers.
She was a sunflower with her face always turned toward the light.
She was the blanket of many picnics, and somehow the basket too.
She was the record spinning, filling my ears with soft tunes.
She was laughter, shivers, and even tears.
She was my heart racing and my heavy breaths.
She was a candle slowly burning, filling my room with her scent.
She was a star in my galaxy, but I soon realized she had fire behind her.
She crossed my sky too fast.
My legs needed all the strength in the world to keep up with her, but it still wasn't enough.
She was a stallion, she'll always chase greener pastures.
She was a fish that I had to throw back.
She wasn't something that I could hold on to or something I could keep.
My mistake was trying to tie her down.
I see that now. Too late. She's a vapor in the wind now, gone from my life in such a small amount of time.
She's a memory, a wild one at that.
I never figured her out.
I'll never hear laughter like that again.
I'll never see a flame burn quite that bright.
I only know she was real by the mark she left on my heart, and the thrill of adventure in my eye.
All I know is that when she left me, she was wild, and she always will be.