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I'm Confused. . . No. . . Not Anymore
My enemies surround me,
They poke fun at me.
My crush watches me,
Trying to fight them off.
She walks over,
And embraces me.
Then she said,
"Stop. She's my girl."
They left with shock pasted,
On their faces.
I looked at her,
She looks at me,
Her dry blue eyes,
Staring,
Into my deep brown eyes.
That has made my week.
I love my Sunshine.
They poke fun at me.
My crush watches me,
Trying to fight them off.
She walks over,
And embraces me.
Then she said,
"Stop. She's my girl."
They left with shock pasted,
On their faces.
I looked at her,
She looks at me,
Her dry blue eyes,
Staring,
Into my deep brown eyes.
That has made my week.
I love my Sunshine.
Published 27th Sep 2013
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