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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Blinded

My favorite restauraunt he picked just for me My favorite dessert what more do you need I wanted to go walking with him hand in hand I wanted to talk instead of playing rockband He carries my books, He carries my bag He rushes when I call, He knows I don't like to drag. He's always there whenever I call To help me, to love me, to catch me fall But then I stop and in very deep thought Cannot help but wonder, How big is his heart? My ever want my every need The man that I see in my dreams I must not take for granted A love for "US" he's planted Tak a look at the situation, take a look inside Looke even harder and you'll find yourself blind Blinded by the day to day grind Not really thinking or using your mind You see, he does all this for you, and loves you to the brim, But ask yourself this question What have you done for him? Les

1 comment:

  1. Whats up Lee! Tight poems, keep it up. I too like to write poems, I'll check by again to see if you wrote more.

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