ENGLISH MEETS POETRY!!😍🔥

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By NJ

In English we say, I can't stop thinking about you
In poetry we say, I know we have only just met 
And I don't mean to move too fast 
But I couldn't sleep last night 
Because I don't know your middle name
Or how you take your coffee 
And for some reason there's nothing in the world I would like to know more
Except maybe how your hair looks when it's messy in the morning
And what makes you laugh until you cry
Or what makes you laugh when you're crying
Either or both or all of those facts would be fine
And I know we only just met and I don't mean to move too fast
But I couldn't focus this morning because I need to know your preference
And take out food and the dreams you'd never say out loud but secretly wish to come true
And if I were to buy you flowers, would you want them to be blue 
And I know we only just met and I don't mean to move too fast but suddenly your voice is in my head playing on repeat 
And I'll probably never say this out loud and I should probably get some sleep
It's just that suddenly everything that's significant to you is significant to me!

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