 | I have a boyfriend,
that I love so much,
and when I'm able to see him,
I always seem to touch.I touch him all the time,
always because I've missed him,
but when his friends are around,
he always laughs and jokes with them.
I hate it when he does that,
‘cause he always gets on my nerves,
I always think that I am his,
but he never seem like he’s hers.
He always says he loves me,
but to me he seems to lie,
I always ask him what's and when's,
and also how's and why's.
Sometimes when I talk to him,
he don't seem to listen,
then he wonders why,
that I don't always kiss him.
Then we start to argue,
for what reason I don't know,
then when he says he loves me,
I just wish that it would show.
Everytime that we argue,
I always seem to cry,
I cry so many tears,
that the rivers run dry.
When I start to cry,
sometime he's there to cheer me up,
Like when he says he loves me,
and all that loving stuff.
I constantly say that I love him,
even when he’s not there,
there for me to hold,
hold tight and close like a teddy bear.
There are things that I wan to say to him,
that come from the heart inside,
but I would rather him be there,
there with me by my side.
I love when I am with me,
because I love to see his face,
I hate the things that are between us,
like the wide and open space.
I get excited when I see him,
because I haven't seen him in awhile,
when I always say that I love him,
he always seems to smile.
I like it when he smiles,
because it's like no others I've ever seen before,
His smile means so much to me,
But in my heart it means a lot more.
There is a whole lot more than I can say,
but for now it has to end,
and no matter what, for the rest of our lives,
together we can spend.
Written by Vicki Kennedy
Submitted by Vicki's Kennedy family |  |
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