She Is, She Isn’t…

She Is, She Isn’t… short poem

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She’s my perfect girl.
Every day at college she sits with me,
Enjoys my company and accepts my love
As I do hers…

She’s my perfect girl,
She knows I play too many games,
And that I’m obsessed with cartoons,
But she doesn’t care.

She’s my perfect girl.
She loves me for who I am,
Plays the occasional game, maybe watches TV with me
And enjoys every second.

She’s my perfect girl.
When we part, she kisses my cheek,
Tells me she’ll see me tomorrow,
As she walks away back home again.

She’s my perfect girl.
And as she walks into the sunset,
She fades away into nothing,
A memory in the back of my head.

She’s my perfect girl,
But even though she’s just right for me,
I always remember…
She isn’t there.

She’s never been there.
She never will be.
A figment of my imagination
Trapped in the confines of my mind.

She’s my perfect girl,
But as much as I wish for her to appear to me,
She’s never there when I open my eyes again.
She isn’t there to dry my tears… Again.

She’s my perfect girl…


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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
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