Dressed up or casual?
Straight or curly hair?
Studs or hoops?
Flats or heels?
Vanilla or mango perfume?
Brown or white purse?

O the decisions that come with boys,
Trying to impress that one boy
That makes me smile
At the most random time.

I can't get him out of my mind,
Maybe he is supposed to be there.
He's perfect, and mannered
Opening the door for me
And calling just to say hello.

A picture from our first date
Reminds me why I chose him
And why he is so great.

by Kayla Richardson

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