Poetry From The Heart

The Good Guy

I was looking for danger, I guess.
I was wanting to experience a feeling I didn't want to suppress.
I wanted to know new heights.
So I looked for the wrong type of guy.
I looked for the bad guy, the one who was carefree.
Little did I know, he wouldn't care about me.
After crying endless nights,
I learned to correct my sights.
I looked for someone new.
I didn't know how, why, or what I'd do.
I just knew that I had to start over.
Little did I know, I would find my metaphorical four-leaved clover.
I guess my sight finally returned to my blind eye.
I found my right guy.
He wasn't like the others, he didn't complement me constantly.
He wanted more with me than my body, he wanted to get to know who I was, he wanted to be with me because I was simply me.
He wanted to know more than the superficial,
He wanted our conversations to not be artificial.
He enjoyed my broad vocabulary, my smile, he adored, he liked to make me laugh.
I looked for the wrong guy for so long, the bad guy who'd take me on adventures, I almost missed the guy who actually would care, the guy who would always be there. Any adventure with him is better than being treated badly.

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I know it's horrible.
That's what I get for trying to rhyme.
At the end I couldn't find another rhyme so I stopped and ended it.

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Rosa Vazquez.