Oh my gosh your hot,
i stare at the night sky at night,
the moon beams down on me,
you told me you dont need me no more,
now im over a thousand miles away,
i still miss you,
your looks drive me crazy,
i always thought you look like D.j. Qualls,
but your hotter,
you have the accent of jonh lennon from the beatles,
your tummy is solid rock,
your lips are sweeter that honey,
your root beer colored eyes,
your silky, shiney, brown hair,
and your gothic clothes,
your quirky personallity,
your mellowed,
layed back,
your always calm when it comes to danger,
you can hold a poker face,
your one smoother operator,
your a total knock out hunny,
not touching you drives me insane,
not seeing you again makes me want you more,
not reliving the fun times we had makes me want to spoil you,
your popular in the whole city,
your the best thing i ever had,
i miss kissing your perky cheeks,
every night for so long,
i cant have you,
but you turn your back on me,
when i wanted you the most,
you gave me the cold shoulder when i offered to take you to new hampshire,
now i want to make love to you so bad,
either way i still cant have you.
you made me love you,
and now your gone,
its your fault you made me fall hard,
i wish you were here back in my arms where you belong,
now i have to keep my self distracted,
thinking of you drives me crazy,
till the livin' end alone again
so stay out of my dreams.
when i was writing my poem,
i was listening to type o negative, song christian woman.
