Love is like and Ocean
So big and so blue.
Nothing can explain the feelings I have for you.
I sat on a windowsill thinking of your smile.
Your touch, your laugh, pressing redial.
Your there for me when I needed you the most.
Watching a shadow or seeing a ghost.
I lay on my bed staring blank at the ceiling.
Thinking
Why did I have to lose you?
Your smile I cant forget.
The words I cant regret.
The feelings I felt.
They were true and I can prove it to you.
These words Im saying now are coming straight from the heart.
Wishing... wishing we didnt part.
I wish to go back into time.
But nothing can go with that rhyme.
I see you at school
Thinking Im such a fool.
For letting you go.
Just hurts.
I watch you walk home when you walk out the bus.
Hoping you would turn, and look back at me.
Im not a professional, but that doesnt mind.
I think of you as beautiful, an angel of a kind.
I made this poem for you tonight.
So you can listen to it when the sun shines bright.
Poems dont have to rhyme.
They dont have to have any rules.
They can be about anything.
Even about fools.
Im not a professional.
I just like to make them.
Love is a meaningful word if you dont mean it
Dont say it.
If you dont have it.
Dont be in it.
I stay sitting on that windowsill watching out my window
Feeling like doing the LIMBO.
Just joking.
I sit on that windowsill waiting for you.
Thinking of you still loving you
If I had one wish
Id wish to be with you forever.
Never ever making that mistake again
I love you more than words can explain.
The love.
The passion.
Even the pain.
I miss kissing those sweet - sweet lips.
Being by your side and holding those hips.
I miss how you say my name at night
Youre laugh
How you hold me tight.
I miss those 3 words you say to me
But one that starts with L and ends with E
That means the most to me.
I miss those phone calls.
I miss your body.
You may get angry and little things.
But I understand your meanings.
I miss the times when I kiss your neck, and hold you soft on the sexy hips.
You were always there by my side.
My everything
My angel.
My pride.
As I write this poem tonight.
I say to myself
Do you believe in yourself?
Dreams are meant to be broken.
Their meant to be fixed.
Their meant to not be real or even be a remix
I dont know what that means but Im sure it means something
But hey!
Its only a poem.
Words in poems may mean a lot.
Like these words dont come from a parking lot.
These words are coming straight from the heart as I said before
I wish we didnt part.
If you knew how much you meant to me
Its not like counting to 1 to 3.
You mean the world.
Everything to me.
And want to hear those 3 words
I love you.
All I have to say rite now
Is.
DREAMS COME TRUE IF YOU TRY
