It Wasn't meant to be today, or the next

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short love poem, about my experiences in highschool, with this girl i fell for.

Submitted: March 31, 2012

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A day goes by, you sweep through it and then wait for the next.
A mechanical process is what it is
Are we derived from a planned world?
A day, a friend shows me her
No notice, I give, for I’ve seen such beauty oh so many times
But as the days flow by, I notice her hair, hair that makes you...
Eyes, oh those, eyes bring me a soothing comfort
Her Body, no, not even a Greek could have formed her
I, however am born with a common disability
I cannot release the words, that my mind dreams of
Now to, I think of the age, I be 17, and she may be 18 or 19,
My friends laugh at my innocence and inability to acquire what I seek
I dream, I dream of moments where everything is planned with beauty
A segment of the dreams were derived today, but the ending wasn’t to be
Her eyes gazed at the lad, a distance from me
Why I be blessed with almost everything I want,
But when it comes to the female, and her beauty,
I can only muster the words; no doth I not fool you,
No words be mustered


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