Too Soon

Maybe it is too


To write a good poem

About her

Oh I can put down a line

Or two

But not a one will be better than

That roses are red

And that they make the sky

Look like you

Clouds and your eyes hidden



I won't be able to write about you for a good long while

I promise


I know that would make her smile

But i don't really want to think about that

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