I am a twenty year old girl
I see what you say
But let me take a minute
And try to explain
There is a thin line
You may not have meant to cross
The line is from nice to needy
Maybe even desperate
I do not want to be mean
I am not trying to be harsh
I do not want an ass hole
So let me explain
You cannot tell me
In the first day
A week or even month
You would give you life for me
You wouldn't know me that much
I love to be held and
I want to be kissed
But not when a whole movie we miss
I don't want you to think me your moon and stars
Untill you can promise me
And mean thats what I am
I see what you say
But let me take a minute
And try to explain
There is a thin line
You may not have meant to cross
The line is from nice to needy
Maybe even desperate
I do not want to be mean
I am not trying to be harsh
I do not want an ass hole
So let me explain
You cannot tell me
In the first day
A week or even month
You would give you life for me
You wouldn't know me that much
I love to be held and
I want to be kissed
But not when a whole movie we miss
I don't want you to think me your moon and stars
Untill you can promise me
And mean thats what I am
Author notes
I do not want an ass hole
But I do not want someone who seems like they are going to settle for any girl that says yes stop looking stop asking lots of girls you seem desperate. Just be yourself and who you are meant for wil show up and stop jumping the gun you are still young you have plenty of time to find the one!
A contest entry
- The Last Guy On Earth by The Cube.
600 points, ended February 4, 2008, 18 entries
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Comments
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Speachless
Oh my god!! thats.... i don't know.. like word for word how i feel.. i was thinking about writting one about the same thing.. i had a title(lose words) but never have done it.. now i feel no need to cuz you just like hit it dead on.. that was just awesome, perfect, and just plane old true. great job on this

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I did have a feeling I'd get something like this. Here's the thing. I understand where you're comming from and I commend that, I do. But this has been like this for the past year or so, and it's just really starting to bother me. I never was needy then, but I am tired of being alone now. The contest Desription didn't really say all that, but that's how it is. I basically feel like I don't matter to anyone anymore. The poem was great none the less, thank you for entering.



