
There was this girl
With eyes the color
Of the sky that fills
Your childhood memories
She had dirty blond hair
Always in a braid
A braid that held more flowers
Then cherry blossom trees
I should be nice to look at
Presentable
Effortless
It shouldn’t look
Like I spend hours in the morning
Getting ready
Because that’s conceited
And no one likes a girl
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