I saw her
Running down the streets with her friends
Seeing her made me smile
She had the magic
The magic that can make a devil smile
The magic of being yourself
Which most of us lack in life
Seeing her made me feel butterflies in the stomach
A sweet girl down the street
Laughing while being crazy
Everytime I saw her
I couldn't speak
No words would come
Nor I had the courage to say hi
A simple hi could have changed so many things
Perhaps even my destiny
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ᵖᵒᵉᵐˢ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱᵐ| 𝗢𝗡 𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚
PoetryHe stared at the sky Looking at the birds chirping and flying with there love ones He stared at them He smiled and looked down As tears of pain Suddenly slipped from his eyes (A POEM AND QOUTE BOOK FOR A IMAGINARY CHARACTER(S) "HIM")
