LOVING YOU DRIVES ME CRAZY

by Caity   Jan 17, 2006


When i talk to you on the phone
i cant help but smile
i know my love for you
will never go out of style

You say you need time to figure it all out
so i said ill wait
cause thats what love is about
give and take

You say I'm Ur first love
and now one can take that away
and that you will tell me you love me
each and every day

we decided we will be friends
but we act like were together
and i know this love we have
is going to last forever

your there for me
and support everything that i do
every time i close my eyes
all i dream about is you

we talk about getting married
and having kids some day
before but now we are in between
no caring about what they say

You are my first love
and i know it happened fast
but baby if you give us a chance
i know that we'll last

As you reach out your hand for mine
i take it
for I'm ready this time
to take those steps with you

I'm ready to love you
and shout it to anyone
and on that note
my little rhyme is done

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  • 18 years ago

    by ~*~Vampyric_Addiction~*~

    This is really good, i can relate to this a lot, especially about the phonecall bit lmao...keep it up xxxxxxxx

  • 18 years ago

    by Tom Swart

    Nice, I think I could sense your words and their meaning. Keep up the prose and remember to be one with your poem. If it is real you’ll be able to feel it breath and its heart to beat. A poem is a fragment of time, a sliver of emotion trapped in our hearts and set free upon the page. Where it can finally sore and fly with other poems or cry and weep with other broken hearts. Poetry is nothing more than emotion set in motion. Poetry is seldom more than the small fossil that waits within the stone begging for someone to chip it free, and then to wonder how it came to be.

    Keep up your good works. May your poems be a great frame for your emotion’s. May there be peace and love in your life. And may the mark you make upon those hearts around you be filled with joyous fragments of your own heart.

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