The boy, by Christina Lousie
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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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| Posted: 2006-08-29 18:46:25 UTC |
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| 2006-08-30 03:00:41 | A 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 16:07:14 | a rose by any otha name |
| I really enjoyed this poem I could really relate to what you are saying, keep up the good work |