Friday, February 25, 2011

Sonnet poem: I love you

Where is he on this beautiful sunday
If he is there than I should feel betrayed
I love this man for where is he today
His love for me feels like I am decayed
I wish he loved me more than I love him
For he loves someone else much more than I
Come back to me, we are perfect, Tim
You are going to make me start to cry

You are my other half, don't you know this?
Why can't you see that I care about you?
I know you don't love your new little miss
I know you once loved me for this is true
I love you I love you
As you should too

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