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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a little un-rhyming poem about a girl I know. And all of the stuff in this poem was true thoughts straight out of my head in about fifteen minutes. but anyway enjoy. Oh by the way at the end I call her mole because that's her nickname.

Submitted: January 20, 2013

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Submitted: January 20, 2013




When I’m near you I feel… warm,
No butterflies, no nervousness… just warmth.
I feel no need to impress or dress up my best. 
I feel you don’t judge me,
 In any way at all, 
I could be lanky or chunky or horrifically small.
You make me smile, 
even when you say nothing or do anything.
We always have our little joke that isn’t even funny.
Where we use calculators as phones, 
Or make our own paper money.
If I shared that joke with anybody else,
I would be tagged as crazy or weird or immature,
But somehow with you it doesn’t matter.
And you don’t need attention,
By pointing out the bad points you have, 
You just make jokes from them and we both share a laugh.
Besides all the ‘bad’ points are incredibly cute
Like you fat bottom lip and your meaty bottom
And your naturally curly hair. 
Are you my crush or my future wife?
Only time will tell I suppose.
But for now lets just keep having them good times
As best friends. Ay Mole?

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