Poetry for lovers

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She said she hates the stereotypes of fanfictions,
the way the plot always was the same,
but that was until she ran into him in a room and a second felt like billions,
the moment all the fictional girls fell for someone now also came.

She said she hates everyone who smokes,
she said she could never fall for someone that did.
But here she is now, put aside all jokes,
because he smokes, and not to have fallen for him she cannot admit.

She said she hates how girls obsess over simple things like smells,
how she could never take those phrases into her mouth which they all tell.
But that was until him passing meant her mind would go blanc like clear skies,
like grabbing the stars from the night just so she could call him mine,
like flying up higher than any bird in the sky,
until reached the very last galaxy in the infinity of their universe and knowing none of them compare to those blue eyes of thy.

She said she hates love.
Relationships in this time of their life wouldn't work out anyway.
But that was until she realized she would try to make every stone on earth move.
Just so he could possibly turn into someone to stay.
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