Justina Nicole Haner Poems

He's the tall, skinny brunette who doesn't say a word
In this school he's merely but a ghost walker as well as I
Everyday we see each other never once saying anything
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The way your dirty blonde hair hangs in your face
The way you flip it out of your eyes and smile
The way it makes you look skater and blonde emo
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Our friendship means a lot to me and it's special
You've helped me through some pretty rough things and now it's my turn
I'll always be there when you need to talk and when you need to vent
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Beautiful raven black hair with red streaks
Compliments her pale white heart shaped face
Encases the jeweled blue eyes
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He's the sweetest guy ever, the one you can count on
You can tell that he's the kind of guy that is funny
I'm happy he and I can be friends
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I can feel you right here with me
I feel your strong arms around me, consoling me
I feel your breath on my neck, warm and moist
I feel you put your pointer finger on my lips
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I see her walk down the halls everyday
The girl with the dirty blonde hair with black streaks
Her blonde hair cascading down her back like a golden waterfall
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He marches past me in the store but won't speak
Maybe because he has a hidden secret or scared
Forever passes when we lock eyes: brown and hazel
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Staring at the sky and lying on the grass
I think of how you and I could be together
Every time I think of us my heart does a back flip
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She walks outside in the misty, sunny morning
On the table on her porch lays a single red rose
She takes it off the table and smells its fragrant perfume
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