consuming my thoughts
upon putting pen to paper
unable to write about anything else
this love
I have for him
the funny thing is
I don't him
this man that is going to sweep me off my feet
unapologetically still believing in fairy tales
even though I know happy endings don't happen often
I don't think I 'll be different
but there's this thing called hope that
keeps this dream alive
right fist outstretched
tightly holding onto
this love
I have for him
the funny things is
I don't know him
but when I meet him
with my right fist outstretched
he'll know exactly what to do
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