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Poems I can't remember writing #3

This is how I will write about you,
how you were not afraid to meet new people.
I'll write how you greet each and everyone
with the same energy as last time.

This is how I will write about you,
how every guy became your trial.
It was funny at first, 
but somehow you look like you're looking for something.

This is how I will write about you,
in every shade of gray,
a beauty in need of colors,
patiently waiting for someone who can finally stay.

This is how I will write about you,
a strong woman and true to herself.
Not realizing she's worthy enough
so she finds a companion in every person that passes by.

This is how I will write about you,
a woman who will never stop searching for "it".
Someone who reminds me that it's not a bad thing to fall in love,
even if it takes a lot of time to search for that one true love.
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