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The Student News Site of Mountain Ridge High School | Glendale, Arizona

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Hopeless Romantic

For all the dreamers: you’re not hopeless…maybe just a little delusional
Photo by Andy Feliciotti on Unsplash

You get me daisies and white lilies and red rosesYou say you just felt like picking them on the way homeYou write me letters, oh, you know how Im weak for lettersFilled with every line, every word, every stroke of your mind that I will never be tired of unfoldingYou call like we were in an early 2000s rom comYou say you just wanted to hear my voiceYou make the crying sky turn into beautiful tears of joy as we dance through the night,our laughter drowned by the rumbles and flashes of the stormYou become decades older just so that you can be mesmerized by my jazz and classicsYou say you like them because I like themYou learned how to be delicate with the strings of the guitar and the keys of the piano so you can perform for meYou look over every time were in the carI tell you to focus on the roadYou never question when I flood the house with tearsYou hold me tightly without a wordYou constantly give me piggyback ridesYou say I need to get over my fear of heightsYou always find me in the midst of a crowdYour eyes light up every timeYou take me to silent parksWe watch the painted clouds and the falling stars in awe

Im waiting for the flowers to reach my graspIm writing the letters to my lovesIm afraid to callIm watching the clouds cry from indoorsIm playing my jazz and classics in silenceIm looking out the windows of the car I cant driveIm hugging myself as I flood the bathroom with tearsIm still afraid of heightsIm always lost in the crowdsIm watching my favorite painted cloudsIm wishing on every fallen star for you

But youre not in my graspnever wereBut Im still waitingwhoever you areI guess thats why they call me hopelessa hopeless romantic

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Joanne Ko
Joanne Ko, Journalist
Joanne Ko is a junior at Ridge who loves science, art, and reading. She participates in many clubs, including Social Justice, Culture Club, ACAA, SOFS, and more. Joanne hopes that through this community she will be able to express her love for literature and be able to contribute to this school further.

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