Monica

Monica, Monica who?

You know, the one that lives down the street

has rusty hair and far away eyes.

Well, I’m sitting here waiting for her

to walk by and smile

kick start my heart into believing

she’ll give me a reason to

ask her for a date.

Monica seems to be happy

but perhaps she needs some company

on her daily walk to see beauty

before disappearing once again.

Please let this be the day

she stops and sits beside me

so my heart can do cartwheels

be filled with inspiration..

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