| Little Things: |
| I don't know where to start, and I don't know what to tell. About how I'm falling in Love, and how I'm getting by so well. Maybe it was them looks you gave me, or the fun we had. You could always make me laugh, even when I was feeling bad. Maybe it's your personality, the thoughts no-one understood. Maybe it was the times you would talk to me even when nobody else would. I always thought you were more than a friend, but you where taken at the time. But I wasn't going to stop, noy until you were mine. I wanted you to give me a chance, to show you my love is true. To show you how much you mean to me, And how I will give it all to you. It's the little things that got me hooked, the way you smile, the way you talk. The way you look, and even the way you walk. I can't tell you why, I can't tell you how. But no-one on Earth knows, How I feel for you now. This maybe the end, This maybe the start. But I won't you to know, This poem came straight from the heart. |
| Written by: Ken Hubbard Sept. 1997 9th grade |