Nov 17, 2005 18:40
The first poem I made up!!
Each and every day that goes by,
I think to myself Why?
Broken and depressed is how I feel,
I don't think my heart will ever heal.
You said you wanted to be with me forever,
But now look at us we are not together.
I can't believe this all so true,
I only want to be with you.
You are the only one that is right for me,
You have my heart now use the key.
I will always love you with each and every day,
Now please tell me you are here to stay.
I LOVE YOU!!!
If ever you need me,
I'll be right here,
To chase away the sadness,
And wipe away a tear.
If ever you need me,
I'll be two steps behind,
To follow in your footsteps,
And hear what's on your mind.
If ever you need me,
You'll never have to fear,
That your presence isn't important,
And your love isn't dear.
If ever you need me,
I'll always be around,
To bring back to laughter,
Where deep in your heart it's found.
You'll never have to worry,
For I'll always be here,
To chase away the sadness,
And wipe away a tear.
My confidence is insecure. It is dreadfully low.
There are three words that I long to know.
The answer determines if I stay or if I go.
Don't want to rush. Take your time. Go slow.
My heart beats whenever I hear your name.
You are my life, my love's one and only flame.
I can only hope that one day, you'll feel the same.
Your feelings are silenced. I'm going insane.
You're so complex. Sometimes you're a mystery.
You said you wanted to spend your life with me.
What's missing? Is there something I don't see?
I cannot unlock that door, only you hold the key.
You're my significant other. You're all that I speak of.
We're a great deal alike. We resemble hand to glove.
You're the only man that I'll ever want to love.
The answer I'll wait. I'll not push nor will I shove.
I'll fade to the background. My love for you is known.
My hearts awfully restless. My soul is so alone.
Remember the answer determines if I stay or if I go.
My love there are three words that I long to know.
He is all I crave
And this is my curse
Why my heart must be sealed like a grave
For what fate can be worse
Than to know the thrill of passion and fire
And to suddenly find your self undesired.