Once upon a time
There was a girl ranging from
a sublime
A girl I met one school time
Whose eyes sparkle not just
for a meantime
Then she started to fall
Not once, not twice but at all
She wants a 3-point shot to
his ball
Ball of hearts, she wished he
had recall
She tried as hard as she
could
To win his heart for good
She strived best as she
should
And prepared her heart to
withstood
But this boy doesn’t mind
Feels like he’s just leaving
her behind
A girl like her is such so hard
to find
So he might as well be
kind
***
A short poem dedicated to a faithful friend.
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