poetry

Too Good to Be Real-a poem

Those green eyes

And that smile

Make you seem like

A dream come true

Those freckles

Underneath

Your nose.

 

Your eyes were green

As that grass

In the summer

And voice

A phantom’s song.

 

I must’ve sang

The wrong words.

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