"The Poetry Book of Buffy Summers"

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. It all belongs to the infamous Joss Whedon [ that bloody genius ].

About this poem: Buffy writes about when she was with Angel.

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He asked me to meet him.

What could I say?

I said yes, of course.

And I saw him during the light of day.

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I remember...

When my heart would go a-flutter

When he would pass by

And his broad shoulders would shudder.

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Dawn's asleep as I write this.

And this comes from the depths of *my* heart,

Not his cold, dead one,

For I hope that I can begin live over, a fresh start.

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Bedtime must come.

As I yawn my daily troubles away.

Hoping that my broken heart,

Won't lead me astray.