heres yet another poem that i wrote. enjoy!
i cried when i looked at the sky
it reminded me of te
my tears were hot with Amore
and affection for te
i want te so bad, honey
youre all ive ever wanted
but i guess thats too much to ask
God wont give me you, im haunted
so i stay up at night with te da my side
but thats only a dream
its never anything real
baby, i wish te knew me
if only te were real in my reality
youre real in my imaginatin
but sognare ad occhi aperti isnt enough
i want your affection
i really do wish te knew who i am
but your Amore i will never get
your affection i will never feel
but, before, we HAVE met
i read about your story
and i truly am sorry
te suffered a great loss and your pain i feel
and i wanted to say to you: Ponyboy, te are the autore of your own life story
i cried when i looked at the sky
it reminded me of te
my tears were hot with Amore
and affection for te
i want te so bad, honey
youre all ive ever wanted
but i guess thats too much to ask
God wont give me you, im haunted
so i stay up at night with te da my side
but thats only a dream
its never anything real
baby, i wish te knew me
if only te were real in my reality
youre real in my imaginatin
but sognare ad occhi aperti isnt enough
i want your affection
i really do wish te knew who i am
but your Amore i will never get
your affection i will never feel
but, before, we HAVE met
i read about your story
and i truly am sorry
te suffered a great loss and your pain i feel
and i wanted to say to you: Ponyboy, te are the autore of your own life story
I chuckle. I was sitting outside of the community college on the steps, waiting for Soda to come pick me up. He was late; as usual.
“Yes. I it’s quite refreshing actually.” I tell (Y/N), looking up at the rain.
“Cleanses the mind?” She laughs, sitting down successivo to me.
“Your hair is gonna get all wet.”
“I don’t care.” She shrugs.
“I thought girls cared about their hair. Especially girls with pretty hair.”
“You really think I have pretty hair?” She laughs.
“Yeah I do.” I grin.
“You don’t seem like the type to be all cute.”
“Well, maybe I like te that much to be that type.” I grin.
“Really?” She grins, tilting her head to the side.
“Really.” I smile, leaning in as the sparks fly.