HOPE

by Brooklyn   Jun 28, 2005


I remember that day

the day you wrote me that note

will you be mine

nothing could stop me from smiling

i thought i would be so happy with this guy

heck my dad even approved

he said i needed a smart cute boy

which kinda freaked me out

but i had to agree

and I had no clue what was going on

i had fun saying its over

i let my mind over run my heart

the truth is i wanted to hug and kiss

you everyday

but i was scared to make the first move

you didn't do anything so i thought you

thought i was UN-attractive

then when i saw you in the hall i

thought i would ignore you so

you'd chase me

and think i didn't like me

but you didn't so i stopped it

and then another boy asked me out

a boy the opposite of you

when he kissed me i felt nothing

i wished it was you

all he wanted to do was get

in my pants

and i cried when he said we aren't meant to be

because i knew why he didn't want to

go out with me because i said no

you would of never made me choose and

pressured me

and i felt so stupid

when i talked to you

you said you loved not

having a girlfriend and i told you i was at my

boyfriends house to get you to be jealous

but i forgot that wasn't you

i think I'm stuck on you

i crawl back every time and

you Polly don't like me anymore

my dad told me i was stupid to

leave you

and the truth is me dad is right for once

you'd make me feel special

that bear you gave me on v-day is

hanging in my room

i can't get over how you've changed me

but i guess we're friends

and i can't change that

maybe theres still.....

HOPE

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  • 18 years ago

    by mel

    dude- seriously i dont no wats up wid dis. like yer poems reflect SO MUCH thats happened wid me this year. not even FUNNy. like how you got wid sum1 and it meant nothing after the one who DID mean sumthing... gash.. tear. i almost cried. i SOO no wat yer goin through !!

    mel

    ps. if u ever needa talk.. SERIOUSLY im heere.. even thoug im still not over it either we can talk it out..

    y o u r o c k

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