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I wish it was up to me

 

I wake up thinking about this girl,

I wonder what she’s doing,

I want her in my world.

When I close my eyes,

I see her face.

It’s like I’m looking at a masterpiece from heaven,

That's right in front of face.

I want to be with this person,

I want to give her the world, but

For certain situations it all seems like a blur.

I feel that this young lady completes me,

I feel it may be love.

Like god blessed me with a great and beautiful gift,

That he sent to me from up above.

I imagine us kissing,

I can smell her sweet perfume.

It's like I’m in utopia,

With a slight autumn’s bloom.

I dream of us being together,

If only for a slight moment in time,

Why can’t we be together?

Is it just because of simple responsibilities?

I am hooked on this girl,

She is hooked on me.

Why can’t we be together?

I wish it was up to me.

 

BY: Marqueze L. Hall

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