Do you know how many times I’ve cried over you?
How many times I’ve wished you would just… disappear
Pick a number any number, that’s how many times I think of you a day.
But your smile makes that all melt away.
My definition of perfect is you.
As soon as I see you my day is made, the sun seems to shine brighter, the flowers seem to bloom.
Who are you?
Guess.
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ReplyDeletePick a number any number, thats how many times I
think of you a day.
Wow! Delicious!
that is a really deep poem clem! it sounded like you were acsually telling about something in your life! WOW!
ReplyDeleteI was talking about something in my life...
ReplyDeletereally! who?!
ReplyDeletenot telling. that's why it says guess.
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