He's the type I go crazy for,
The perfect and the one I haven't seen before.
Maybe he's the one maybe he's here only for a moment.
It doesn't matter as long as we have our moments.
I think I finally understood what it meant,
But even if thousand love letters would be sent.
They won't explain the feeling,
How I feel like smiling and crying.
I need him,
And I hope this won't burn and crash in a whim.
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Poems Pt. 1 (On Going)
PoesiaNote: These poems are from a girl's point of view aged about 15-16. Some might be relatable, some not but I wanted to record my own personal journey and share with those who are interested. See you inside! Please don't copy this, Thankyou.
