is it easy now for happiness to find, or simpler for a smile to fake?
we’ve been torn apart, like pieces of a puzzle whose pieces are lost,
to put us together is a work of art, and with it drags a hefty cost.
we’re a girl with the red curly hair, who washes many the dishes,
always desiring for all to be fair, and honouring others wishes.
we’re a boy with style, knows how to get down and dance,
carries a permanent smile, chillin’ with a gangster stance.
we’re a girl with italian flare, a heart, maybe even two,
with short brown hair, to phase this girl would be something new.
we’re a boy who knows to run a farm, adventure is his name,
he has that French charm, and is talented with the board game.
we’re a girl who for animals cares, the environment is real,
never leather she wears, and will only eat a vegetarian meal.
we’re a boy who loves to fly, the one who makes the jokes,
always a friendly kinda guy, entertains all sorts of folks.
we’re a girl from a small town, learning english was key,
never is she seen with a frown, always fun is she.
we’re a boy who plays guitar, all times of the night,
soon to be a star, always ready to win a fight.
we’re a girl who loves peace, loves everyone,
happiness she’ll release, and a ton of fun.
we’re a boy who loves to climb things, and has various skills,
with ukulele he sings, always seeking a new thrill.
we’re a girl who loves to write, talks a lot too,
lacks a bit when it comes to height, and she wrote this poem for you.
Love you 51157. <3
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