i wonder if he knows
just how much i loved him
how good he made me feel
he was never just one of those guys
or just some time i wanted to kill
just the mere mention of his name
gives me such a thrill
eventho we will never again speak
in my heart i love him still
i have memory of the times we shared
i know that i always will
most of our talks were laughs and jokes
not saying what we felt inside
i pretended well not to love him
but wanting him i could not hide
ill spend the rest of my life thinking about him
and i'll smile at some things he said
alot of things i wanted to say
but those words will never be read
i know someday we'll look in the sky
and view the same shining star
and i'll be thinking to myself
"baby you're my special wish ,
no matter where you are"
oh boy. Nice poem, but waste
oh boy. Nice poem, but waste of energy. Too many other ways to spend time, huh.
I love your poems!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
thanks for taking time out
thanks for taking time out and reading what i vent lol,,,i've read a few of your poems also ,,,very nice ,,,i hope one day to write as well ,,