I think of him everyday
I try to come up to him
But I don't know what to say
What can I do?
I'm trying to tell him my feelings
But the words are coming out wrong
These emotions I cannot keep concealing
I guess I'll tell him in a poem
I'd change the world for him
I'd even change myself
I'll do anything; even lose a limb
Can't you see how much I want him?
His brown hair
His blue eyes
And his skin fair
I cannot stop thinking of him
There's so much I want to whisper in his ear
My deepest of deep secrets
That nobody can hear
Except for him
My heart cries
Black tears
I've heard too many lies
Can he free my from my sorrow?
My love for him has grown like a seed
Ever since I set eyes on him
It's like a fire I want to feed
And watch the flames rise
I lurk
In my room, thinking of him
I feel like such a jerk
For not telling him face-to-face
This is just a stupid poem about love
But to me it means a lot
I believe he was sent form above
And he's supposed to be my angel
This poem may be short
And rather personal
But around my soul I've built a fort
And I want him to be the first one in
It took a lot
Of courage to write this
And I fought
Down tears while writing it
Don't you see?
You are the one, Scott
You are the key
To my fragile, shattered, torn heart
I know...
This poem is quite mushy
But I believe you're the only one tho can sow
My heart back together
I try to come up to him
But I don't know what to say
What can I do?
I'm trying to tell him my feelings
But the words are coming out wrong
These emotions I cannot keep concealing
I guess I'll tell him in a poem
I'd change the world for him
I'd even change myself
I'll do anything; even lose a limb
Can't you see how much I want him?
His brown hair
His blue eyes
And his skin fair
I cannot stop thinking of him
There's so much I want to whisper in his ear
My deepest of deep secrets
That nobody can hear
Except for him
My heart cries
Black tears
I've heard too many lies
Can he free my from my sorrow?
My love for him has grown like a seed
Ever since I set eyes on him
It's like a fire I want to feed
And watch the flames rise
I lurk
In my room, thinking of him
I feel like such a jerk
For not telling him face-to-face
This is just a stupid poem about love
But to me it means a lot
I believe he was sent form above
And he's supposed to be my angel
This poem may be short
And rather personal
But around my soul I've built a fort
And I want him to be the first one in
It took a lot
Of courage to write this
And I fought
Down tears while writing it
Don't you see?
You are the one, Scott
You are the key
To my fragile, shattered, torn heart
I know...
This poem is quite mushy
But I believe you're the only one tho can sow
My heart back together
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