Sitting in world history
Just got done with my exam...
The tree standing uprught
with presents beneath...
Why must I think about you
When I know nothing's left...
I'm afraid to say I love you
though you see right through my eyes...
Four walls surround me
A string connects my soul...
*~*I know it doesn't rhyme but i wrote this as...
Sitting across the room from him...
***This isn't my poem but when I read it I fell in...
If you come as softly...
As I sit and wonder
what of my life...
This eyes will not cry another tear
This heart will not "punk out"...
I'm hopeless romantic
I dare to admit...
When i fell for you, I knew we had no chance, yet...
Look into my eyes, what do you see?
reach for my soul, what do you feel...