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May 2013
You said that, if things go as planed, then you'll have her.
And according to you, she has it all.
So, does that mean I have nothing?
Does that mean I am nothing?
All of those nights I spent, whispering my secrets into you.
Giving you everything.
My everything is nothing.
I spent hours, we talked of everything.
But that everything means nothing to you.
Because I mean nothing to you, too.

But, she's so amazing to you,
She could sit perfectly still,
Her smooth, pink lips pouting upon her face in their usual position
Not saying a word.
Her gorgeous, soul capturing eyes, penetrating the inner workings of your mind,
Glancing at you a few times
But looking straight through you, dreamily gazing out the window towards the rain.
And that would mean everything.
Simply because her nothing is your everything.
Just like my everything is your nothing.
I wrote a poem about a girl I've never met.
Simply because she has everything I've ever wanted
Michelle Lynne
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Michelle Lynne  U.S.A
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