The Girl With Black Hair Poem by Trinity Grace

The girl with black hair,
My number one crush.
Whenever I'm around her,
I always tend to blush.

Not super bad,
Not too full,
Not so she notices,
But, she thinks it's delightful.

She doesn't know I like her,
More than just a friend.
I know if we try our best,
Our friendship won't end.

She's always so different,
Never the same.
And yet,
I still haven't told you her name.

Her name is Emily,
She's super kind.
She's also so cute,
And has a great mind.

I wouldn't trade her for an apple,
I wouldn't trade her for a guy.
I wouldn't trade her for a carpet,
Whether or not she's mine.