HER BOOK OF POETRIES

RIGHT PERSON, WRONG TIMING

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I remember it was summer.
The day when you called me a loser.
10th grade, barely living.
And there you are, just chilling.

You were everyone's heartbreak,
Girls cry for a stupid heartache.
They'd bow just to get a touch from you,
Well, I was just someone new.

You followed me, until I get home,
You creepy little punk inside my dome.
How was the loser, became your lover?
I thought you'd play, or I'll become your hunter.

We fell inlove, just like the stories,
My life became my favorite movies.
Dancing on my 18th birthday,
You were everything, my ray.

I closed my eyes as I heard you cry,
Down on the hospital bed, as I said my last goodbye.
I loved you, but I was dying.
You're the right person, but wrong timing.

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