I wonder how I dream so big. It's crazy how it's all some apparent sin. The love of my life is a beautiful looking model. I love her so much, and it's obvious she's mine. I won't let her go anytime especially after 9. Holding her tightly and not letting go, my beautiful girl dancing on to sew. Sewing my heart back because it's been ripped and torn. She's saving me slowly and letting me know how loved and wanted I am. Before her I was alone and broken, the one whom I loved before floated away in a garden. I knew this first love was fake and I knew what I had to take. I gave him up, my jersey boy, and I decided on someone who fit better. A string connected by hand, and a note laced with candy and chocolate pieces. She's sweet and insecure, never a cheat but her looks are pure. How could God create such a perfect on the outside, but dead on the inside girl? She tries her best, my new lasting love, taking it step by step. She wonders how this party will last, wondering if I'll ever leave like ones from the past. I'm a dreamer, I know, is she fake? Is this love all a lie? My new love is humble, my new love is kind. She'd never leave me alone and blind. If you do, please don't be harsh. Slowly go and make me achieve this dream. Distance is crazy, no, distance is hard. So far away, my love astray. Her heart is bright, her cheeks are light. Slowly but surely we'll meet someday. Please don't become a stranger and come over today. Let's smile and laugh as couples do, going around and eating food all the way through. We don't got long, so let's spend it right. Babe, I love you, have a good night.
(Edit: she's gone.)
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PoetryThis is just some short things I write about. Some may be about me, but some may not. I hope you don't get depressed while reading this. = Don't copy any of the stories that are presented in this book. Thank you.
