I wanted to tell him
how he makes me feel.
I wanted to let him know
that he makes my belly flips.
That makes my belly
fill up with butterflies.
Before I get to tell him
he says he loves me.
As his best friend,
and that's it.
It tore my heart out,
and I couldn't tell him
how he lights up my day,
how he makes my heart flip,
how he can always make me smile
and happier than I've been for a long time.
It's not fair,
but that's my life for ya.
I hate this.
I hate this so much.
I wish I could hug him
and tell him what
I just told you
in this stupid poem.
But, I can't now,
cause it'd sound stupid
to him,
and to myself.
I wish I could tell him,
but it's to late.
I missed my chance,
and I might never have another...
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Poems for Everything (Part#1)
De TodoThese poems are by me, I write them from my heart. It took a lot of convincing myself to put these on here for everyone to look at. So go ahead, judge me and comment whatever is on your mind. But let me tell you one thing: One day, you could have a...
