When i think of her she makes my day.
In each and every on of her ways.
She's someone i love yet could never have.
Since im too scared to ever ask.
I want her to see who i really am.
But I'll never ask since im not a man.
I ask why its her who i love.
But then i remember she's a beautiful white Dove.
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Author:
A Silent Ghost (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 30th, 2017 11:11
- Comment from author about the poem: Im not a great poem writer. this is just me starting. But this poem corresponds with the other poem, Her.
- Category: Love
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awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww nice one danny i just might give the link to her mwahahahaha
But i least your starting to make your own poems now (^-^)
you should send her this poem
oh and you misspelled one in lin 2...
fix that before you send it to her
id send it to her but im just not sure
you will never know if you dont try
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