Mike

by Emma Pitonyak   Nov 25, 2004


Wishing I was dead
I know what he said
It's what he didn't say
I'm waiting for the day
When he says I love you
And this love is true
You'll see a tear drop from my eye
Everytime he walks by
And everytime I hear the name Mike Nye
It makes me wanna cry

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  • 19 years ago

    by Sam

    hey emma, sad poem, well put. keep ur chin high and keep writing.
    Love Sam