For Her:
Sorry LeeAnn
I accidentally deleted your old poem, so I'm gonna retype it and write a new one.
Littlest Light
No matter the darkness, even the littlest light will shine.
A friend would be my light.
This, my only hope and only sign.
With what I have and know, I fight through the darkness of the night.
Your word would be a lamp to my feet,
And light for my path.
Your trust, my warmth and heat.
You understand my fear, pain, and wrath.
For what I seek, you do not know.
But yet, you are my guide.
For my way you show.
When close to crazy, you ease my mind.
~Thanks For Being My Light LeeAnn!
The Old and The New
Do you remember the good times and the bad times?
The old and the new?
Our memories are always ringing in my head, like chimes.
Sometimes I wonder, in the future, what stupid stuff will do.
I remember from all the smiles we shared
To the laughs that rang out clear into the air.
A lot of people say we were well paired.
I know my heart you'll never tear.
I know you are a friend that will always be here.
Like I'll always be near.
For Him:
Every Time
Every time we tend to meet,
My heart never ceases to skip a beat.
Every time I see your smile,
I try to keep that same picture in my head for a while.
Every time you say hello,
I try to keep it cool, and not put on a stupid show.
Every time we share a hug, my face warms up with heat,
I know I can't, but I try to keep it discrete.
Because I think You are sweet.
Every time, my heart never ceases to skip a beat.
I Wish...
I wish that I could go back in time,
To the day that I gave you that note.
I wish that I never told you what I how I felt, it now feels like a crime.
The past I wish, to be rewrote.
My heart now blank,
I don't know how I should feel.
I don't know who I should thank,
for all my ordeals.
I know I don't need to rhyme,
To show how I feel.
But It seems that its more effective
then a regular ranting.
******** this, I don't need to rhyme,
You probably don't care
How I cried when I read those messages.
How everytime you replied,
It got harder to stop.
Its stupid that I did cry.
I'm tired of trying, sick of crying, yeah, I might be smiling, but inside I'm dying.
I wish for one last thing, that You burn all the things I gave you.
The Grace Series by Lee Soo Young matches exactly how I feel as I write this.
Sorry LeeAnn
I accidentally deleted your old poem, so I'm gonna retype it and write a new one.
Littlest Light
No matter the darkness, even the littlest light will shine.
A friend would be my light.
This, my only hope and only sign.
With what I have and know, I fight through the darkness of the night.
Your word would be a lamp to my feet,
And light for my path.
Your trust, my warmth and heat.
You understand my fear, pain, and wrath.
For what I seek, you do not know.
But yet, you are my guide.
For my way you show.
When close to crazy, you ease my mind.
~Thanks For Being My Light LeeAnn!
The Old and The New
Do you remember the good times and the bad times?
The old and the new?
Our memories are always ringing in my head, like chimes.
Sometimes I wonder, in the future, what stupid stuff will do.
I remember from all the smiles we shared
To the laughs that rang out clear into the air.
A lot of people say we were well paired.
I know my heart you'll never tear.
I know you are a friend that will always be here.
Like I'll always be near.
For Him:
Every Time
Every time we tend to meet,
My heart never ceases to skip a beat.
Every time I see your smile,
I try to keep that same picture in my head for a while.
Every time you say hello,
I try to keep it cool, and not put on a stupid show.
Every time we share a hug, my face warms up with heat,
I know I can't, but I try to keep it discrete.
Because I think You are sweet.
Every time, my heart never ceases to skip a beat.
I Wish...
I wish that I could go back in time,
To the day that I gave you that note.
I wish that I never told you what I how I felt, it now feels like a crime.
The past I wish, to be rewrote.
My heart now blank,
I don't know how I should feel.
I don't know who I should thank,
for all my ordeals.
I know I don't need to rhyme,
To show how I feel.
But It seems that its more effective
then a regular ranting.
******** this, I don't need to rhyme,
You probably don't care
How I cried when I read those messages.
How everytime you replied,
It got harder to stop.
Its stupid that I did cry.
I'm tired of trying, sick of crying, yeah, I might be smiling, but inside I'm dying.
I wish for one last thing, that You burn all the things I gave you.
The Grace Series by Lee Soo Young matches exactly how I feel as I write this.
