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No Name
Feb 11, 2006 7:38:41 GMT -6
Post by xxrebel86xx on Feb 11, 2006 7:38:41 GMT -6
I can't get your image, Out of my head. These are the things I dread. When I followed around with, And then... Something happens.
Why did you look at me? Why did you smile when I was blushing? How come your dating her, When you knew that I like you?
I know why, It's because I can't face you. I just happen to be that girl, You stare at from time to time.
When you were playing your drums, You just happen to be staring right at me, I had my arms crossed over my chest, Smiling and blushing at the same time.
This is killing me now, But I'm not going to let some girl, Get in my way anymore, Like I did before.
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No Name
Feb 11, 2006 8:36:01 GMT -6
Post by QueenPaige4 on Feb 11, 2006 8:36:01 GMT -6
well i take that the dance wasn't all that great...but anyway your poem was really good
i liked you
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No Name
Feb 11, 2006 17:37:34 GMT -6
Post by Laura on Feb 11, 2006 17:37:34 GMT -6
"When I followed around with"
--confused ... clarify this part. It's not really my type of poem but I'm sure it hurts to see the guy you like with another.
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