Say it again.......
I just want to hear you say hello once again.
I love how the "o" goes low
and I love how you always seem so cheerful
happy
full of life and joy.
I love when I can hear your voice
at the top of the school stairway
or nearby at a friend's locker.
I try my hardest not to smile
cuz I know if you saw, you'd ask
and I don't think you could see past me.
I wouldn't want to lie to you either
I want you to know everything about me.
I love everything about you;
Your smile
You're smart
You're talented
and it's so cute how you turn red so easily.
I wonder if you ever think
how much of a difference you've made in anyone's life
how much someone thinks of you
how much you mean to someone
how much that person would do to be close to you
how happy it makes me when
I hear your footsteps behind me on the way home from school
and I can't feel my legs
I can't tell if they are moving or not
cuz I don't even feel like I'm walking on solid ground.
I see you out of the corner of my eye
waiting till you're right beside me till I "acknowledge" you
(really, I know it's you,
don't underestimate "woman's intuition"
and the mind of a girl in love.)
How happy it makes me
when I think of how red I turn
when talking alone to a friend about you,
when I think of how funny it is
that I told my mom how much I like you
or that I've written so many poems about you
or that I know you're student number
class schedule
address and phone number
(funny what you can find out from a phone book,
I also know your dad's name.)
And don't even get me started
on that song,
that classical song you played
I went out and bought it
listen to it every day.
I think of all the stuff I still want to know
and see about you
and when I think about it,
I swear my head feels like a balloon
ready to be over inflated
and floating towards the sky.
I look at you and I instantly feel the need to turn away
but then look back a second later
an excuse ready in case I need it
which I never do...
"Oh, I was just looking at something behind you"
"I'm tired, just staring off"
(wink wink)
Oh, and lets not forget the time you laughed at my joke
said it was the funniest joke you'd ever heard
and that was the first time I'd ever heard someone say that
and I'd known it since I was in third grade...
I don't think enough words exist
to describe everything about you that makes me melt
or things I find adorable about you
that make me want to hug you
like a big fluffy teddy bear
that you just won at the carnival.
Happiness is spelled two ways:
H A P P I N E S S
and.........
*sheepish grin*
I'm not telling........
Author notes
ugh, it accidentally got deleted, so i had to resubmit it, i guess you'll have to comment again on it
lol:)
You know who this is about lol hope you like it, i added a line that you didn't see in the other one, see ya
Written December 10th, 2002
In a list
A contest entry
- First Challenge! I want a poem of great description of the one or two things that makes you truly ha by dreamwalker.
78 points, ended January 13, 2003, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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You have much ahead of you young poet.
My favourite thing about your style is the proper use of grammer, the smooth flow and oh the easy rhyme... Thumbs up! -
i love it, it's perfect, that feeling you have when you like a guy, how you always know when he's there, love it :)
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actually its spelled happiness and his name, but i'm not telling his name, so....:P
kayla* -
Happiness is spelled two ways...happiness and love. I agree, but its a lot of work. Great poem. I hate to say it, but I agree with forgetmenot, you do sound obsessed. Just don't get too close.
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WoW. Kayla. That's a great poem! It's so. . . .emotional. And the length is personal! (you turn red easy too!)
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I like it because it sounds smart, and clever. Not just ooohh I love him... oooh blah blah. nicely put. two things though, I think wonder has only one N, (nitpick, nitpick, nitpick) and dude you've got it so bad I don't think you're going to get better...;)
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okay, i know ive been hung up on boys before, but never like this. you seem obsessed. sorry, but i love the poem.
~alisha~
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