The Girl Who Shines

The Girl Who Shines short poem

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You have a beautiful smile,
That is something I cannot deny.
But you would run a mile,
If I offered to be your guy.

I guess you have a sense of humour,
Or maybe that’s just a rumour.
Only kidding, I’m an idiot around you.
My brain doesn’t work; I think I’d like you to,
Tell me your truths, your needs I can manage.
I’ll be here if you like me.
If you don’t? God damn it!
Your smile is divine, you have beautiful eyes;
I like your haircut, I can no longer deny.

But I’m sorry if you feel the same way,
Because I can’t be your Man today.
Times are hard, timing is gone.
Thinking is harder, goodbye Sun.

You shine for me like a shooting star,
I just wanted to give you a piece of my heart.

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