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I always thought true love was something found in fairy tales
That is until I met you
From the moment our eyes met I knew you were the one for me
My soul mate
My one and only
I know true loves kiss can't really break any spell
In fact, it does the opposite
Because every time we kiss I swear you put me in a trance
And that's one spell I would never want to break
Unprepared because of procrastination
I already had the idea in my head I just couldn’t find the words
I perform tomorrow, a small town being my destination
I know I should just go to bed
But being this stressed out is making my head hurt
Have to calm down
I’m sure I’ll be fine
Won’t look like a clown
Being this stressed should be a crime
How
How can you be in love with me...
When I don’t even love myself?
Have you ever realized that a certain sound, smell, or picture could bring back a thousand memories. A car horn can remind you of when your friends always picked you up for school. Laughing on the way there as you listened to the radio. The smell of freshly baked cookies can remind you of Christmas with Grandma. Or that picture of you and that guy who changed everything...you know that you’ll always remember him. Even if he doesn’t remember you.
Hands shaking
Palms sweating
Legs rocking back and forth
I look ahead
a thousand eyes are staring at me
I start to sing
quiet at first
then I get louder
as I feel my confidence burst
thunderous applause
after I'm done
Sit and wonder
Where did that come from
I fought my stage fright
and I won
They warned me about you
Told me not to fall
So of course I did
But the problem is you live so far
The distance is killing me
And that’s why I won’t let you be with me
You say you love me
but is that really true
I want to be with you
well at least I think I do
If you were closer
I would know
So I guess now
I should just let you go
I can’t write happy poems
It’s not because I’m sad
Or depressed
It’s simply because sad poems come naturally
Talk about a broken heart
Or losing someone
And you have a sad poem
Happy poems are harder
Yes, I could right about the sun
How it’s light gives you hope
But I prefer the rain
I could right about flowers
And their natural beauty
But I prefer the snow
My poems may not be happy
But that’s because I don’t want them to be
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