by Davy Vivaldi on Sunday, July 22, 2012 at 11:46pm ·
She said she wasn’t a rhyme in a poem,
Or a line in a verse
That I would turn to
When things got worse
She said she wasn’t like words in the air
Blown to the worlds ends
Or spread on paper
She was better
She said she was not a passing fad
I would forget with the next
Or a tasty dish
I would wish to waste
She said she was not a book
With pages to turn
And gave a look
That made hearts burn
She was a dime a dozen
The one I would never have
She left me frozen
Now I learn to love
©davyvivaldi 2012
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