EMILY

Met her at a party
All I could do was stare
She was playing the piano
Loved her tats and curly hair.

Was talking to a friend of hers
It was clear I had a crush
He said he’d introduce us
Hoped… she wasn’t in a rush.

She hung around, we got to talk
She loves to sing the blues
Her music smooth and soulful
Her lyrics sad, but true.

I followed her, went to her gigs
She played three times a week
We got to know each other
So glad we got to meet.

Loved everything about her
Her style was so unique
So talented, yet humble
Hoped she’d fall in love with me.

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