The boy

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By 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

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August 30, 2006 03:00A 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.

October 2, 2006 16:07a rose by any otha name

I really enjoyed this poem I could really relate to what you are saying, keep up the good work