A bee will never be,
Able to land on the same flower,
To land in the same exact fashion,
Ever.
Each time it comes around,
It will be different it will never be
Able to replicate the beauty
On the same flower again.
I will never meet someone exactly like you.
I will never know another Alyssa.
I will never share the same smiles,
And moments of laughter in the same places,
You have already taken that part of me,
Which I can never take back.
And if we do grow apart,
I can never be touched the same,
By another girl,
Ever.
You will always have those parts of me.
Always.
SRl LLl
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brushed-by/
