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The tall, dark and handsome man I long for
His broad shoulders are the frames to the most
beautiful painting
His eyes illuminate in the sky like the stars
Almost as if you could touch him,
There are so many things I want to tell you
I was the quiet one in class who did all of his work
But you still gave me the bad grades because I did not talk throughout your class
I've always been a litte small, I've never been super tall, my voice is light and gets carried away by the wind. Sometimes I forget who I am, Sometimes I forget what I want.
