A Little Thing I Call Love
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Continúa, Has publicado feb 02, 2014
Hi! This is my first story and it's just a random bunch of poems that I came up with and I hope you like it. Help me to improve this!! 
THANKS! :-)


I wish I could tell you, but I don't know how! I wish I knew how you felt because that would make it easier too. I Really like you , like ALOT! I just wanna know if you feel the same way too. This has been burning inside me for as long as I can remember. All I'm saying is I love you... do you love me too. ?

I'm Wishing I could tell you how much you mean to be. but you're gone! gone because nobody thinks you're a good person. It was a dumb thing that happened and now you're gone for a year! I miss you so much. its been hard without you. I just want to see you again. Hold me in your arms and whisper baby girl everything's gonna be alright. I just wish I could tell you... that I love you 

I miss you soooo much . wish you were here. I love you. you're my everything , never leave my side your the best thing that has ever happened to me, never leave my side. and I'll never leave yours. 

People say you gotta go find love. that's not necessarily true. let love find you. Its not gonna be easy , but you gotta work for what you want to find. Princess, go find Your Prince. you never know he might be sitting next to you or behind you...

I Didn't Know I could love this much. It's crazy because I never knew you would be so important and it feels amazing calling and getting called babe .
Its hard letting you go. I can't lose you. in fact.. I love you.. ALOT. you've always been somebody I go to when I need somebody . I Want you to be my baby again. I miss kissing you. holding hands, just... You. people ask me why don't I move on, its not that easy. Its hard transitioning from one thing to another. I miss you.
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