Her... - Poem by brittney brooke
my hand flys across the paper,
i don't know wat i am suposse to write.
i shoulda listened to the teacher,
so this wouldn't take all night.
i am only half to blame though,
the other blame falls on her.
how can i do my homework,
when my mind is stuck on her.
the way she laughs is mezmerizing,
her smile throws away your fears.
her hugs make life worth living,
and her hands softly wipe away your tears.
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