22snoopy1
Here is a poem I wrote when I was sad.
I love him so much,
The way he used to hug me, kiss me, hold me, laugh, joke, and sing with me.
But yet, I seem second,
Like someone else comes first.
His love for me is like a candle,
When we're together, time burns slowly, but as soon as she comes by, we burn out.
It's hard to see him go.
I know that's suppose to be me, not her.
If only I could get him back.
I sit and cry and prey, waiting to see what will happen.
If only he knew I love him
I love him so much,
The way he used to hug me, kiss me, hold me, laugh, joke, and sing with me.
But yet, I seem second,
Like someone else comes first.
His love for me is like a candle,
When we're together, time burns slowly, but as soon as she comes by, we burn out.
It's hard to see him go.
I know that's suppose to be me, not her.
If only I could get him back.
I sit and cry and prey, waiting to see what will happen.
If only he knew I love him







