Everyone says “Wow!/
You* are so beautiful!” Like/
that’s a big surprise.
*she is
Everyone says “Wow!/
You* are so beautiful!” Like/
that’s a big surprise.
*she is
You know rev’rence is/
poor when you want to go to/
the hall. It’s quiet.
He begged her to just/
imagine that she is the/
stuff dreams are made of.
AND
If his dreams mattered,/
then she was and is that stuff/
dream girls grow out of.
She stood, beautiful,/
not knowing she was. He could/
just repeat the truth.
Are you capable/
of loving truly? Always?/
Then you deserve it.
When I’m quiet, I/
could be hurting, or maybe/
blissfully happy.
If I don’t write poems/
for her, that don’t mean nothin’/
‘ceptin’ that I’m tired.