When

by AngelJess   Dec 2, 2005


When I'm alone
you come to my home
and pretend its Kay
i feel i can die
and you make me cry
when i have a hug
you make me love
when i move
you throw me like a used comb
i write day Thur night
for a delight
i wait for a reply
the thought makes me fly
when i think of all out times
it sings fine chimes for our minds
i go for walks
and remember our talks and search my thoughts
i wish for a man the same as you
when he comes around
i hope he's like you
and very near the picture is so clear
that your my man
when i think of our day
i want it the same
Fr me to claim
when i miss
i wanted a kiss
i am a pain Thur to claim
our days of memories
Ewen I'm alone you come to my home

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  • 17 years ago

    by AngelJess

    A really good poem