h e r e ' s   t o   t h e   g i r l s
w h o   h a v e   h a d   t h e i r
h e a r t   b r o k e n   b y   a
g u y   t h e y ' v e   n e v e r
e v e n   d a t e d.

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“there is this boy;
a boy with eyes like the golden sunset
a boy with a smile that opens the skies
a boy with a voice that knocks on my soul.
there is this boy;
a boy who saw me just as i am
a boy who turned around as he walked past me
a boy who held my gaze.
there is this boy;
oh this lovely boy
who has stolen my heart
and refuses to give it back.
he has become the reason
for my three am writings;
for my daydreams;
for my bounce in every step I take.
there is this boy;
who has made me fall in love with him
unknowingly, but still knowingly
and i, my friend,
do not regret it.”

-- (via my first attempt at writing a poem about a boy whom I can never call as mine.)