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maddie Sep 2018
Wonderwall
maddie
Sep 2018
You occupy my thoughts repeatedly,
I think of you at nightfall.
You're my bright light in the dark,
My brilliant wonderwall.
I think about you so frequently
that I can no longer recall,
when I first started thinking of you,
my beautiful wonderwall.
You're on my mind so often,
I remember telling myself I wouldn't fall.
But when I saw your smile for the first time,
I fell in love with you, my wonderwall.
I think of you at nightfall.
You're my bright light in the dark,
My brilliant wonderwall.
I think about you so frequently
that I can no longer recall,
when I first started thinking of you,
my beautiful wonderwall.
You're on my mind so often,
I remember telling myself I wouldn't fall.
But when I saw your smile for the first time,
I fell in love with you, my wonderwall.
I am completely infatuated with you, I think about you a lot.
Megan Jan 2014
my wonderwall
Megan
Jan 2014
my dear
my wonderwall,
lately I'm suspicious that you've found out
that you're in my thoughts
more often than the second hand that ticks on the clock.
I can't decide though, if I want you to really know yet,
but until then I will write you secret poems
and make wishes on 11:11
coins in fountains
and shooting stars.
my dear,
my wonderwall,
lately, I've thought of you.
my wonderwall,
lately I'm suspicious that you've found out
that you're in my thoughts
more often than the second hand that ticks on the clock.
I can't decide though, if I want you to really know yet,
but until then I will write you secret poems
and make wishes on 11:11
coins in fountains
and shooting stars.
my dear,
my wonderwall,
lately, I've thought of you.
Brumous Apr 2021
Wonderwall
Brumous
Apr 2021
It's funny how I always think of you,
as my sanctuary, someone I can run back to,
and tell that "I love you,"
But all there is a wonderful raconteur
that filled you with alluring words and beauty
All you are is a piece of art;
an illustration of imagination
I am head over heels for you
despite knowing how troublesome;
it is to me
In the end, all I can say--is that;
"She is my Wonderwall,"
as my sanctuary, someone I can run back to,
and tell that "I love you,"
But all there is a wonderful raconteur
that filled you with alluring words and beauty
All you are is a piece of art;
an illustration of imagination
I am head over heels for you
despite knowing how troublesome;
it is to me
In the end, all I can say--is that;
"She is my Wonderwall,"
I love her so much but...
she's far from real
she's far from real