Every poem i write
every poem i tell...

It was only a few years
but it felt like a eternity...

Seem like every girl i meet
i must say sorry to her...

I once had love
i thought everything...

I talk to her on aim
the yellow person...

Give me some more time
If it takes even a eternity...

You all should know by now
i like a girl who worth more then jewels them self...

As we both sit next to each other
under a big oak tree...

So close...
so near...

Who doesn't mind being in love
with a girl or boy that could change your world...

I know this sounds crazy
i know this isn't the way it goes...

One could say a dream is endless
a never ending goal that never seems to stop...