The Three Amigas with One Extra

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May 2010

First and forward, I met her recently through a friend,

just like myself, she was looking for her last chapter to end,

I have not felt the click, or the overwhelming warmth feelings produce,

why make an excuse, she likes me but I can't mirror it or seduce,

now this friend has a friend, who I have talked to openly,

we have a poke war for the ages, both of us say victory is a guarantee,

but she has a warmth for my friend, who can't have those same feelings produced,

keep aiming for the stars, and hugging the clouds as an excuse.

Second is a knockout, thought of her noticing me,

just like her poem, and one night it was soberly her and me,

next day went for a couple laps, and mistakenly went in,

to only be let down, life is just a constant defeat of sin,

but still I have this feeling for her, still get nervous when we talk,

the next one is a trip, so I need to go for a mental walk.

She is the epitome of the top, fill up my cup and create a pond,

when I wrote her "love" letters, you always helped her respond,

she cleaned up the scene, helped me crawl from the wreck,

now dandelions will always rub off, when in contact with my neck,

enough lines have been filled about her, enough adjectives yet none seem just right,

she is always the one in my head, especially if it is a Tuesday night,

who am I to aim for the sky, when I only want to hug the clouds,

now I have sold out the arena, as I await the incoming crowds.

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