The boy, by Christina Lousie Subscribe to rss feed for Christina Lousie 

Here He is 
The boy of my dreams 
and my worst nightmare
alone with me 

I sit with you every week 
and stare in your eyes 
While you tell me everything I need to hear
and nothin I want to hear 

Hes so different 
but so much like them all 
He brings out the best 
and the worst in me 

He dries my tears 
with his smile 
Im in love with him
and I shouldnt be 

Hes to old for me 
To sweet for me 
To good for me 
Yet I love him
Posted: 2006-08-29 18:46:25 UTC
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2006-08-30 03:00:41A Lonely Song
I love this one too. I'm guessing this is the boy you wrote your other poems about. Boys can be so great for one moment and then crush you the next.

2006-10-02 16:07:14a rose by any otha name
I really enjoyed this poem I could really relate to what you are saying, keep up the good work