But hours with her, I feel like I'm barely in my teens with a pokedex of butterfrees;
Fluttering and flattering;
Her smile radiates throughout a summer's day,
And fills the air with blossomed roses, whose aroma kisses the lips along the raindrop fragrance of May;
My 23 turns to high school valentines;
Nervous and turned to stone by each Medusa in American Eagle coats;
Yet, there was always one that could lift the emo goth of damned despair,
Her to me was a new intrigue that guided me to believe in dreams;
My 23 to her tempted kiss, is a replayed song coming from the 6;
The best I ever had, yet the one I never thought could have;
I inch closer to the day where I can grasp onto that bashful hand;
And walk along the clouds as a revived whole man.
My 23 in her eyes is a teenage dream that was forgotten, but given a chance by those angel eyes.
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