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As he walked by
As he walked past
I think about him
Oh so fast
His gorgeous eyes
His perfect smile
For him I'd walk
The longest mile
His bright bright smile
Would quickly dim
Everytime
I come near him
He is so far
but yet so near
When I walk past
I sense some fear
He thinks i'm crazed
And that I'm obssessed
But I'm not
Many times I've confessed
If he could only know
How I feel too
If I could only say
"I love you"
And each night that I
Look up at the moon
I only hope you will love me
Someday soon
By: Samantha Weaver
OK, corny, right. Well, this was one of the first poems I ever really wrote, in like '97. And it's really gay but oh well. Deal with it:) |
