I have met a girl,
much more different than,
the girls I have come to know.
Right next door she lives.
I catch glimpses of her sometimes,
taking her dog out for a walk.
And I catch glimpses of her,
waving back at me.
Yes, I have talked to her.
She has the most amazing voice,
the most beautiful eyes,
and the most quirky of personalities.
I feel that I am meant for her,
and she is meant for me.
It is a dream come true.
But the only problem though,
is that she only exists,
inside the pages of a book.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 7:59 AM UTC
I have met a girl,
much more different than,
the girls I have come to know.
Right next door she lives.
I catch glimpses of her sometimes,
taking her dog out for a walk.
And I catch glimpses of her,
waving back at me.
Yes, I have talked to her.
She has the most amazing voice,
the most beautiful eyes,
and the most quirky of personalities.
I feel that I am meant for her,
and she is meant for me.
It is a dream come true.
But the only problem though,
is that she only exists,
inside the pages of a book.
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