I bet her tears are hers alone and her joy is for anyone.
I bet she’s good with everyone but she’s not for everyone.
I bet she loves like there’s no tomorrow, and her ex’s are still trying to find tomorrow.
I bet she can spend her afternoon sleeping but she can never spend a day unnoticed.
I bet there is no memo on how to be like her.
I bet she hangs out with stars but her shine eclipses stars.
I bet anyone who finds her strange, struggles to interpret different.
I bet her smile holds things together.
I bet her doubts, her dreams, and her laughter are a mining site of precious stones, in fact, I bet her name rhymes with ruby.
I can bet all day but it’s her eyes that I’m sure of.. they are the recipe for how to cook any man’s heart and especially mine.
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Author:
Job Welime (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
Another lovely poem .., especially like these words
I bet she hangs out with stars but her shine eclipses stars.’
I bet her doubts, her dreams, and her laughter are a mining site of precious stones, in fact, I bet her name rhymes with ruby.‘
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