I want to be the one whose arms you run to, be it a reason for rejoice
Or a cause for collapse.
Maybe you just need more time,
Sort out your mind, perhaps.I want to be the one who's found the best in you,
Be it the quirky ways you have,
Or the funny way you laugh.I want to see you in full bloom,
Flowers white
Smells like perfumeI want to be one one
Who's your first choice
I want to be better, to you,
Than all these cheesy boys.
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Plethora [Of Poetry]
PoetryLike watching a play of emotions from the front row seats. Plethora. _________________ Plethora [Of Poetry]. Original Poetry By @JeonDaokookie.