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Christine Jun 2014
I wanted to say she smelled like flowers
But I don't like flowers at all
I meant to say her cheeks were as pink as roses
But I hate roses for having thorns

I thought her smile was as warm as the Sun
But I prefer rain over sunshine
I wanted to write her voice was like a summer breeze
But I like winter better

There is nothing to explain
No reason to love her
Yet, she makes me smell roses and carry an umbrella
Yet, she makes me wish for summer in december
Christine Jun 2014
I wrote many poems
Not as beautiful as your words
And heard many songs
That could never compare to your heartbeat

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