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Jun 2019
There's this girl,
But she doesn't know who she is yet
She doesn't understand why he left,
But she doesn't see how lucky I am that he did
She hates that people only see her so small,
But I can't wait to take her around…
So proud you'd think she was a float,
In the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade
She wishes that just once she'd be desired
But c'mon baby… light my fire
Take your hands
Grab my heart
And watch it melt at the touch of a finger
She doesn't believe that she is special
But the very sound of her voice brings a calm
Like a gentle breeze across the ocean
Her eyes…
Could light my way through the dark
There's this girl,
But she doesn't know who she is yet
NewFoundPoet
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NewFoundPoet  30/M/Nebraska
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