A girl.
The same one who caught the eye of that boy across the street.
She can’t stop thinking about him.
Of the way he looked at her.
Of his eyes.
His hair.
Of him.
What has he done to her?
What is he turning her into?
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A Little Bit Of Love
PoetryRandom poems. These are the few poems I've written that are happy. Some of them are about love and some of them are just happy. I don't usually write love poems and I don't usually like them. But I guess these are the exceptions. Enjoy!
