When I was 18, I met a boy named Harry. His smile was so sweet; his eyes shined like a fairy. He jumed into me complete unaware. That he melted my heart with his deep green stare. When I was 19, I kissed a boy named Harry. His lips were so soft and tasted like cherry. He told me he loved me and proved it was true. He always sang, "You're Perfect Lou." When I was 21, I barely talked to Harry. His green eyes and shining smile became wary. He spoke his hidden words on his skin with black ink. He washed away his tears with too many drinks. When I was 22, no one talked to Harry. He lived alone, while I was forced to marry. His hurt grew and he kept his feelings hidden away. Although he smiled for the camera each and every day. When I was 23, there was no Harry. His green eyes no longer shined like a fairy.He always loved me and proved it was true. His final words he wrote "You're Still Perfect Lou"
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Larry Stylinson Poem Collection
PoetryThis book is just a collection of the best larry stylinson poems. Read and enjoy!!