old poem
Posted March 28, 2008
sorry kids i moved it from my bulletin board thing.
too much shit on there.
Hold onto my hand tight.
Let`s dance to elevator music in public and show the world our innocnce
I`m just a girl with melodramatic tendencies.
You`re just a boy that makes me weak at the knees.
What should I do when you can`t form sentences around me?
You, my dear, are a secret addiction.
(& I`m okay with that)
But this could be magnificent.
You could be heaven sent.
(somehow I`m not okay with that)
I love the way your hand fits over mine,
but that`s only an indication
(that`s only an indication)
I`ve run out of time.
Honey, be on your way.
Reach the stars that are calling your name.
Somehow I know this just isn`t your scence.
I`ll close my eyes & dream of the way you showed me a new sunshine.
<3 wrtitten by me
