DebbyDebutaunt . Poems

She reminds me of my books.
Her perfume is the new book smell,
her eyes are the cover that drew me,
her soul is the beauty I found within the pages.
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You read me like nobody else,
you care for me like nobody else,
you treat me like nobody else,
been waiting for ages for you to arrive,
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I'd invite my father,
not the man he is now, or the man he used to be,
but the man he was in all the good memories,
the man he was when we used to play Uno in bed after his shift,
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One day I wish to leave this place behind,
I wish to feel the wind on the calming hills of Ireland,
I wish to walk on the old cobblestone paths of Germany,
I wish to see the beauty of the ruins of Greece,
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I've always been a hopeless romantic,
it's just the way I am, but I want to get one thing off my chest,
hopeless romantics aren't for the weak,
we care deeply, probably more than we should,
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