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She sits in Starbucks drinking her caramel macchiato
But she sits alone
Her eyes are soft like honey
But her face a stone cold mask
We talked for days and your personality amazed me.You laughed at my corny ass jokes saying boy you so crazy.Your beauty was flawless and I never saw this comingCould she be the one?Am I finally done?
They gave me a name and started writing my story.
I was give girly characteristics and made to be a boy's dream girl.
Taking in each deep breath in slowly without a miss,
Letting my stress dance away in an espresso bliss.
Forgetting all the negatives that turn skies melancholy,
Watching as my sorrows melt in a mocha swirl's melody.
