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Thursday, 10 May 2007
12:50:01 PM (GMT)
He sat all by himself,
as i done so many a time.
all i did at lunch,
was write and rhyme.

So when he trotted over,
too my table and too a seat.
i breifly looked up,
and our eyes did meet.

he asked me out too lunch,
and then out to dinner.
he was THE ONE,
a truly honset winner.

he held my hand,
as we walked form his car.
he walked me too the door,
and things went pretty far.

he kissed me on my door step,
and my father said stop.
but we didn't,
and he threatened to call the cop.

i said goodbye,
and i walked into my room.
i felt so much better,
no longer in a gloom.

he called me every night,
and we talked for hours.
Love si great,
like it has powers.

so i sat at my bed,
he at my desk chair.
i saw how his eyes,
were covered by hair.

i walked up too him,
and gently pushed it back.
he brought his lips too mine,
with a gentle smack.

i smiled and laughed,
and he held me on his lap.
but a knock at my door,
far from a tap.

my father walked in,
and chased my poet from the house.
every thing went stiil,
my father like a mouse.

Comments 
‹Music_Lover_121091_<3› says:   10 May 2007   635732  
I LOVE THIS POEM EDEN!!!
 
‹NeverShoutAmy™› says:   10 May 2007   333818  
WOW,IF MY DAD DID SOMETHING LIKETHAT I WOULD HATE HIM SOOOOOOOO MUCH!
 
nemii says :   10 May 2007   748244  
wicked poem!!

 
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