Matt Poem by Claire Lang

Matt



brown hair
green eyes
braces on a crooked smile
your mom works on rescue flight at U of M
you're good at math
made the final 2 in the geography bee
plays the drums
you're a flirt
you took stage production (and so did i)
you think you're a rock star :)
you stare at me
aiden and anthony are your best friends
you're british
you sing and dance like an idiot :)
funny
nice
aiden makes you cry: (
if i could kiss you
i would be the most thankful person on earth
i would hold you
and kiss you
like there was no
tomorrow

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