The OneA Poem by Jesse W.What it can mean to be the one.
I want to love you
Can I be honest with you? I am not the one How can I be her? The girl sat high on the pedestal Beautiful, the one She stands all alone Waiting to find her great love Waiting for her one You search all the world She stands high above your soul Pushing you to one One for you alone In this great wide wonder world Perfect for just one I am not perfect Not in the slightest, not me Wish I were the one Perfect one for you Fit like pieces to puzzles Completely your one But I am not she The one that fits only you I am not the one You want to have me Think I can be her, your one I am only me
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