Pink and blue,
Cherry blossoms,
Floating on the river.
The outstretched branches,
Of the flowers' tree,
Giving a shiver.
Blossoms fall,
Creating a scene,
For the two sitting.
An unlikely match,
Inside both,
Butterflies flitting.
The boy's all talk,
But not without heart,
Just soft like her eyes.
With every rejection,
She gave in the past,
He fed himself lies.
That he could get
Any girl and be happy,
But then hands touch.
It comes to mind,
That if she likes him too,
The perfect girl's in his clutch.
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Pawsitive Poetry
PoetryThis poetry thing is mighty hard, but I'll give it a go. Featuring my photography ;P (still need to take photos for most recent chapters) Highest rank // # 378 in Poetry, 4/18/17 First rank? // # 911 in Poetry, 3/24/17
