Get The Point
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You're sexy,
You're hot,
You don't know it,
You think you're not.
You're smart,
You're cool,
Anyone who would pass you up,
Is a fool.
I'm sick of being shy,
And so I write this poem,
To let you know I like you,
I want to take you home.
You're absolutely perfect,
Well, you are to me,
I just wanted to let you know,
I wanted you to see.
I tend to like guys,
Guys I can't be with,
15? 17? 19?
What's the friqin' dif?!
Age is not a matter,
It shouldn't be a boundry,
I'll cross it if I want,
To live in harmony.
With someone I love,
Namely you,
But the question I must ask,
Is do you love/like me too?
I know an answer can fuck you over,
It can screw up your life,
But this is really depressing me,
It's cutting like a knife.
This is poem is written out of curiosity,
It's written in gel pen gold,
Something for your eyes alone,
To behold.
It's written on a piece of paper,
That I found on my floor,
I woke up and wrote this,
When the idea came to my mind's door.
Do you believe in soul mates?
This is written out of love,
I believe in soul mates!
Matches made up above.
You must think this infatuation,
Just another kiddie crush,
But I beg you to belive it's not,
About you on and on I gush.
I hope this doesn't affect our friendship,
I just wanted you to know,
That you're the man I wanna be with,
You probably know, I'm just a little slow.
