Girl of My Dreams
True love or impossible weapons?
I saw her
The girl of my dreams
Standing in library
She looked up
Our eyes met
She glanced away
I blushed, hard
Redder than a rose
She blushed too
Delicately, like the sunrise
Soft butterflies became massive eagles
Tumbling 'round my insides
I walked over
Asked her how she is
She replied,
"Good."
I said,
"Good."
She looked down and asked,
"Would you like to get coffee sometime?"
I replied,
"Yes!"
A little too fast
A little too loud
She laughed
I didn't
The next day
We met at the library
Walked across the road
Got coffee
Talked for an hour or two
I learned that she's a nerd
She learned that I cry at times
She laughed
I didn't
We left
I saw her the next day
Our eyes met
I blushed, hard
But soft butterflies became quiet nothing
Peaceful in my mind
I handed her a book
It said,
"Who are you to make weapons
of my imperfections?
My imperfections are mine alone,
that I own and love and build into
My perfect self
So that they are not imperfections any longer
but perfect.
Then when I am perfect
to myself and to the world I make,
Then your weapons become impossible."
She laughed
I didn't
I walked away
She's not the girl of my dreams.
About the Creator
Madison Burgess
Hi! I am a very enthusiastic and dark writer, with tons of knowledge and very little experience. I adore music of pretty much all kinds, including Disney songs and My Chemical Romance. Oh, and Fall Out Boy. Who doesn't love Fall Out Boy?
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