Big or small problems doesn't mean it's ruined

They gave away our table,

The car ran out of gas.

But it doesn't really matter,

Because we still had a blast.

 

We took our last bit of money,

Pushed the car beside the road.

Called and ordered pizza,

and we just hung out alone.

 

I ruined my dress,

And messed up my hair.

But it didn't matter,

All because you were there.

 

Problems, big or small,

Can't stop a wonderful night.

As long as you're with the ones you love,

It'll always be alright.

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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