i met a girl,
soft and strong,
sweet but broken.
i met a girl,
and she likes me,
and i like her too.
what we have is beautiful.
i cannot call her mine yet,
but the feeling is mutual.
she is my sweet iced tea.
so refreshing,
so nostalgic,
so sweet and comforting.
her hair is the color of sunshine,
her eyes are made of light-mottled forests and skies.
she is so beautiful.
she opened up to me about her problems,
and a lot of them are problems i share.
i only hope that we can come to help each other with these issues,
and create something beautiful.
she is sunshine.
she is beauty.
she is truly amazing.
she is my sweet iced tea.
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everything changes (but we all stay the same)
Poetryif my life could be replayed, if i could share my struggles over the course of time, if i could create such a thing, an endless recording of my life; it would be over hours and hours of overthinking. - (trigger warning for frequent, graphic descr...
