One of my friends laughed as she told me,

About a boy with messy hair,

Who was four and a half inches taller,

And texted her every day to say he did care.

 

He made her smile wider than the ocean,

And laugh better than a brook,

And one day their wonderful romance,

Will be written in a book.

 

But will it say all the details,

Like how his eye were always drawn to her,

And how when he was in the room,

Around thing around him was a blur?

Will it say how he was afraid,

Of what his report card said,

And how she was always dreaming,

With her imagination inside her head?

 

Because if I were to a write book,

About how perfect they were together,

I would tell all the little details,

Including how much he loved her.

 

 

 

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