Is it you Annabelle? That I lost so long ago.
With golden hair, and sea green eyes.
Remember I would not let go, through all of their lies.
That day we said our goodbyes.
Is it you Annabelle? That I found not so long ago.
With golden hair, and sea green eyes.
Between all the cliches, and beyond the spies.
On that same day we both said hi.
Was it you Annabelle? Who I heard just a few ago?
With laughter in the air, and tears in our eyes.
It all started with hello, and ended on high.
With smiles dancing in our eyes,
they were not pint sized,
it was everything we had implied,
This day I think you are mine.
It is you Annabelle. That I lost so long ago.
with golden hair, and sea green eyes.
I hear the glee, I see the glow.
To you I cannot say no.
Who I heard just a few ago.
That I had lost so long ago.
It is you, I found not so long ago.
1 comment:
pretty fly [for a white guy]
--see i can rhyme too--
but on a serious note. this is really good and if we ever do a poetry unit in english i will steal some of your material [and of course let them know it was created by you]
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