I finished the painting
Of her long golden hair
Her pale white face
And her tall skinny body
She’s a masterpiece
The most perfect human
That I’ve ever seen
In my whole life
I wonder if she knows
How much I really
And truly love her
But it breaks my
Heart to know
That she doesn’t
Even know me
If she did know me
Would she love me
For who I am
Or would she refuse
My love for her
Every time that I
Look at her I’ll
Get butterflies in
My stomach and my
Mind goes crazy for her
Who am I kidding
She’ll never go for
A guy like me
I’m a joke
A loser
A failure
I just wish that
I could get to know her
Her likes and dislikes
What makes her smile
What makes her cry
And what makes her mad
My, if only I could
Tell her how much
I love her
That’s it
I’ll just walk up
To her and explain
My love for her
No pressure
I’ll do it first thing
In the morning
When I wake up
I’ll stoop down
On one knee
And hand her
A dozen roses
While I sing to her
And I might even
Do a little dance
No, no
No dancing
Dancing is too much
I’ll just stich
With the singing
Wow, I just can’t
Wait to wake up
Tomorrow morning
And see that beautiful
Smile on her face
I love her no matter
What anyone says
And if I can’t have her
Than nobody can
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Inspiring Image
I finished the painting
Of her long golden hair
Her pale white face
And her tall skinny body
She’s a masterpiece
The most perfect human
That I’ve ever seen
In my whole life
I wonder if she knows
How much I really
And truly love her
But it breaks my
Heart to know
That she doesn’t
Even know me
If she did know me
Would she love me
For who I am
Or would she refuse
My love for her
Every time that I
Look at her I’ll
Get butterflies in
My stomach and my
Mind goes crazy for her
Who am I kidding
She’ll never go for
A guy like me
I’m a joke
A loser
A failure
I just wish that
I could get to know her
Her likes and dislikes
What makes her smile
What makes her cry
And what makes her mad
My, if only I could
Tell her how much
I love her
That’s it
I’ll just walk up
To her and explain
My love for her
No pressure
I’ll do it first thing
In the morning
When I wake up
I’ll stoop down
On one knee
And hand her
A dozen roses
While I sing to her
And I might even
Do a little dance
No, no
No dancing
Dancing is too much
I’ll just stich
With the singing
Wow, I just can’t
Wait to wake up
Tomorrow morning
And see that beautiful
Smile on her face
I love her no matter
What anyone says
And if I can’t have her
Than nobody can
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