Isn't he lovely!
The way he strums along!
The way he flips is hair!
The way he's nice to me and everyone else!
He talks to me and never is rude!
I know he's my friend.
I want more, more then friendship.
I think I love the boy I see but I think he doesn't love me.
-n.J.w
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A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryFrom the depths of my soul to the bubble of my brain this are the thoughts that come out to play. Enjoy or not, just listen and think, what of these poems mean something to you?
