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Jan 27, 2010
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Love I Guess
I can't do it anymore.
I can't hold it in.
I have to tell hem how I feel.
Feel about hem.
But every time I try I chock up inside.
I get butterflies.
I end up standing there.
Mouth open but no words falling out.
I look stupid.
And I am in need of rescuing
But there is no one there
Just me and him.
Just standing there.
And then he laughs and walks away.
I don't think he knows.
Knows my secret
My secret about him
and I feel about him.
I wish I could tell him.
But I knew that i can't.
I don't have the courage.
Or the guts.
To face him
Face him with his beautiful brown eyes
And long brown hair.
I can sit there hours and daydream about him.
But I know I shouldn't.
Cause every time I even hear his name My face turns red
And I can't breath
I always think that he is behind me
and that he is talking to a friend.
But I know that he is not behind me.
Cause I am in my class and he is in his.
And then I am at my house and hem at his.
I think that I am paranoid.
I always think that he is here.
Here with me.
I can't help but to wonder
if he feels the same.
If he feels the butterflies.
Like the ones I feel.
I guess that you could say that I am in love.
In love with those eyes.
That personality.
The way he looks at me.
I guess that I am in love.
I can't hold it in.
I have to tell hem how I feel.
Feel about hem.
But every time I try I chock up inside.
I get butterflies.
I end up standing there.
Mouth open but no words falling out.
I look stupid.
And I am in need of rescuing
But there is no one there
Just me and him.
Just standing there.
And then he laughs and walks away.
I don't think he knows.
Knows my secret
My secret about him
and I feel about him.
I wish I could tell him.
But I knew that i can't.
I don't have the courage.
Or the guts.
To face him
Face him with his beautiful brown eyes
And long brown hair.
I can sit there hours and daydream about him.
But I know I shouldn't.
Cause every time I even hear his name My face turns red
And I can't breath
I always think that he is behind me
and that he is talking to a friend.
But I know that he is not behind me.
Cause I am in my class and he is in his.
And then I am at my house and hem at his.
I think that I am paranoid.
I always think that he is here.
Here with me.
I can't help but to wonder
if he feels the same.
If he feels the butterflies.
Like the ones I feel.
I guess that you could say that I am in love.
In love with those eyes.
That personality.
The way he looks at me.
I guess that I am in love.
Comments
hillrider
16 years 3 months ago
The pangs of youth...
broken_skye
16 years 3 months ago
Wow!! that is long
ovi2wise
16 years 3 months ago
good good
broken_skye
16 years 3 months ago
I think you got it wrong.....
ovi2wise
16 years 3 months ago
he he he
broken_skye
16 years 3 months ago
I will......
ovi2wise
16 years 3 months ago
waiting
broken_skye
16 years 3 months ago
sorry
ovi2wise
16 years 3 months ago
he he
Will Wright
16 years 3 months ago
reviewing Love, I Guess.
broken_skye
16 years 3 months ago
Thank you, Will