im not a poet.

last january a boy
with deep brown eyes
and heavy eyelids kissed me
but a kiss was all he wanted
and i have yet to evict him
from my heart.

in may i thought i loved a boy
with curly hair and
eyes the color of the ocean
we spent summer nights
holding hands and teling secrets
but then i caught on to the lingering 
taste of her,
and i left.

in december i met a boy
with eyes the color of cement,
who told me i'm not a poet
just a sad girl with words.


MVP-Most Valuable Poet


use that creative mind to write


Wow. That really impacted me. Amazing job.

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