i met a girl in the eleventh grade
and she wore a jean jacket
with the word "blossom"
spray painted on the back.
she came to a field
and sat between yellow
buttercups, she held a flower
tenderly between her thumb and
pointer finger, and twirled
the stem in her hands, then when
she stretched her feet out in front
of her i saw that the soles of
her shoes had the words
"grow tall" etched in purple
permanent marker.
the purple was a exquisite color
not the color of a lilac
and not even close to lavender
but nonetheless the color
of the day i met you.
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Poetryi met a girl in the Eleventh grade and she ✎please please don't steal my words because they just mean so much to me✎