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Literary: 7th Catch

11/10/2017 09:17:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments

Tall and dorky,
Pulls jokes out of his pockets
Good catch, if I do say so myself
Yet I left him

Smart, knows music
Like the back of his hand, serene
Good catch, again.
Yet I left him

The life of the party
His smile can blind from a mile
Good catch, I’d be damned
Yet I left him

Mysterious and a snob
But cares like you’re his world
Good catch, maybe more
Yet I left him

Soft, like the cuddles he gives
Eyes go missing when he grins
Good catch, close enough
Yet I left him

A champ, everything he does
Is a walk in the park
Good catch, perfect
Yet I left him

He’s monochrome yet he’s art
He’s broken yet he’s beautiful
He’s boring, but he’s home
So I stayed