I wrote a "Love Poem" two days ago. I don't know if that's actually what it would be classified as, but I know that songs about love are called love songs, so I decided that this was a love poem. I have no idea why I wrote this, since I'm not in love. And it doesn't even have a name. Yet.
It might be love, it might be hate
I might know now, I might know late
You're driving me crazy and I cannot tell
If that's good or bad till I know you well
I'm starting to think this might be a good feeling -
All I know is that you've left me reeling
I can't escape these frequent thoughts of you
But I cannot tell if these feelings are true
It's too soon to tell, but I know it will be
Not long before I know if you're the one for me
I think I may be in love with you, but I cannot tell - yet
All I know is that you stole my heart that moment we first met
This is the sweetest thing ever. And I totally know what you mean...about writing things that seem to have absolutely nothing to do with anything. But somehow writing them fits all the same. (:
ReplyDeleteThanks! Yeah, I still feel like I have to write them, even though they don't have to do with anything :)
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