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Is It Love?

When does it become love?
When all I want to do is hear his voice,
or catch his eye in the hall?
When I write him a note, I'm always nervous
to give it to him...
Afraid I might sound stupid, but I give it
to him anyways.
Is it love when his name comes up on caller
ID and I have to take a couple breaths to
settle down before I answer?
What about when I'd rather call him just to
listen to him breathe than not call at all?
Surely it's love when I compare every guy
I start to fall for to him.
And when "the new guy" doesn't match up, I
forget about him.
I bet it's love when I would put my whole life
on hold when he needs something knowing he
probably wouldn't for me.
I've heard it's love when you could spend
forever in his arms because you're so happy
that nothing else matters.
And when I get excited when he starts to flirt
with me, I think "It's going to happen. He
loves me, too."
That has to be love for sure, right?
Love, huh?


I call it habit.

Author notes

Okay guys. It's the first thing I've written in forever, and although I was never a strong writer to begin with...this isn't anything special. I'm sorry for making you read this. Heh. But it's what's been on my mind for a long while.
MUCH LOVE
Amanda Marie
Written June 17th, 2005

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  • Ryan gold member
    June 24, 2005
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    Aw, lovely piece amanda! It totally takes a 360 at the ending when the last line comes up, haha! Very unique and all that jazz.. mucho luv!

    ~Ryan~

  • Silhouetted Angel
    June 17, 2005
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    MANDA!!!
    I was just thinking about you today. Haven't heard from you in awhile. But on to your poem.
    "What about whne I'd rather call him just to" Gots a typo in there.. Easy fix. Otherwise Its a kickass poem since you haven't written in forever
    How I do so miss your poetry And I know every frikin statement and feeling in this. I'm always here if you'd like to chat

    ~Angel

  • JM Kenyon silver member
    June 17, 2005
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    Confusion is a part of being human. It comes from trying to understand things on a large scale instead of taking one things at a time. Take for example sadness... it isn't just sadness... it is a mixture of things... maybe lonliness and boredom... or anger and frustration... keep things simple and they become so much clearer! Simple friendship and love are more profound than the loves or epic poetry.

    Sending the best of wishes......~genielassie~


  • Midnight Firefly
    June 17, 2005
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    That was really fast. Thank you, I'm glad you like it.
    MUCH LOVE

  • A Battle Within
    June 17, 2005
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    Good Read

    Wow. I really like your poem. I think I know where you're coming from.

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