Lauren Beasley

I may not have the most striking features
The sharpest jaw
The biggest eyes
The fullest lips
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A friend in times of trouble
Always a listening ear
And when something good happens
You're always the first to hear
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In rainy days or sunshine,
I will still be here
Even if you are 'fine'
I'll listen to every fear
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I miss the way your cheeks blush
Like roses blooming from a porcelain jaw
Or how you'd look around after telling a joke
Like a child peeking, thinking no one saw
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I love the way you look at me
With intensity that could blind
As if nothing in the world matters
I'm the only thing on your mind
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Can you tell your brain
To shut up for a minute?
To stop the analyzing
Of more than what is in it
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A clump of text
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I miss who you were
But I don't miss you
This thing you've become
Is not who I knew
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Short and sweet,
Sweet but short
Love at last
Or a last resort?
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'Woof woof' said the wold
(That means 'McKenna, I love you! ')
Game of Thrones, video games,
And old literature too
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His eyes were still that gorgeous caramel hue
Just as I had remembered
No; better
I had forgotten how rapturing
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I can still hear Nikki squealing
Across the store, having dropped some books
And then her laugh, so bright and loud
As customers give concerned looks
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Pit-pat, pit-pat
Droplets hitting a metal roof
Through the glass, lines are warped
The outside world seems aloof
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You're not even part of my life anymore
Yet you haunt me everyday
I thought distance could heal every wound and sore,
But they hurt more in every way
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You are my friend
when I have none
You are a warm hug
when I need one
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The days move by
The years slip away
Till all of a sudden,
Your hairs are all gray
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She built a nest,
That mother bird did
High up in a tree
From the world she hid
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There's a reason why I still haven't
deleted your name from my phone
And there's a reason why I still haven't
erased all those messages you sent
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Park benches, parking lots
Back hallways, and basements
Summer nights, stroll through town,
Picnics, and hot pavement
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You've inspired too many letters
too many poems
too many songs
To be someone I can't even consider a friend
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