Shes Standing Next To Me Poem by Brett Roberts

Ripping through the trees, anxiety burns across his overwhelmed cheeks.
My knees freeze, my throat tightens, her body is such a tease.
The best thing always comes in three’s

This is my three.

Appearing in an unlikely place.
His heart begins to race uncontrollable fast.

She’s standing next to me.

Careful as I take each breath, I find a sense of love in her words
A quite kind of reminder that I am just like her.

Floating through the sky, high is my head
Thinking that your what I’ve be searching for.
Silly thoughts, flooding my thoughts, forgetting everything that I said.
Standing in front of me.

Is a girl.

A girl, that makes me love me.

It’s even better then, I imagined it would be.

Foot steps lost in the sand, you take a hold of my hand.
Gripping tight, your beauty ness is blurring my sight.
This time standing strong, instead of thinking something might go wrong.

She’s standing next to me.

Could this be my three?
She had cracked my heart like a key./
I finally feel free.

There she is standing next to me.