Dear Miss Fit
I've a winless rhyme,
When I pen,
On every line,
About my life and time,
When she caught my eye.
What might I describe?
How I like them fair?
How once in my life,
I wish you were there?
Yet you'll never be;
To me it seems,
You never could.
Am I just a man,
Whose plan is
Misunderstood?
So, here I am,
The broken, wrong,
And weak.
What eyes will analyze,
And accept all of me?
Now, where could she stand?
Wherever could she be?
I would be her man,
If she only believed.
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