Matt Ross Poems

If only I didn't let the little things she does mean so much to me. What little she does would be great if it didn't mean more than what it appears to be

If only she felt the same way when we walk together. The smiles and the time spent in each other's company would be so much better. It would be amazing if what little memories I have were only the beginning of me and her I remember
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If life runs instead of walks by as humans stand in place, what's the point of finding her embrace

If the effort of gaining the rose is met by the pain of the thorn, whose happiness does it truly propose. It's almost innate to find love, methodically sworn
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