I have always known what I wanted a tall strong boy that would be there for me when I needed him
I had it perfectly pictured in my mind my perfect relationship
But here you are short with a temper
You were never my type
Not the picture perfect guy
But there were things I loved about you that made you, you
The way you would always hold my hand and give me your hoody whenever it rains
The way you would kiss my head
Most especially the way you were never shy to call me yours
You are someone I would overlook in a crowd but here we are together and it almost seem perfect you and I.
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Poetry For The Broken
Poetrycollection of my written poetry if you are sad it might make you sadder
