This weekend at your
house I will spend.
Not with you, becuase
you said me and you
were through
Your sister is like
mine mabye you'll
see me different
over time?
It's not going to
be easy, so forgive
me if i act cheesy.
My stomache, does
flips while i wait.
Is this weekend going
to turn in fate?
I ask mysdelf a hundred
questions
What change your mind?
Was it my imperfections?
or how i showed my affection?
They run through my head
I can't beleive they are not
yet dead.
I can't blame you,
then my words wouldnt
be as true.
I messed with things
I should have known
the phone was about to ring.
I'm still in love with you,
my imperfection you must
not be able to see through.
-Michelle
This weekend part two
I got to slow dance
with you.
I felt like I was in heave
on your feet i kept
stepping.
It was a feeling I
never felt before,
my mind and thoughts
began to sore.
I felt your warm embrace
all the bad memories I
wish you could erase.
Why can't we start
out new?
Like when you feelings
for me use to be true?
I smile and cry at
the same time,
is that a love crime?
Your love for me
you say is gone,
I think to myself should
I really hold on?
It's never going to be
the same,
like a never ending
game.
I fell in love with you
all over agian,
now i want you more
then just a friend.
This poem i must soon
end.
You may never read this,
but letting the world know
you the only one I love and miss
-Michelle
