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This Guy
There's this guy that I like, I like this guy that walks on by.
I talk 2 him but not a lot, cuz I thought bout what he's got.
He talks to me and has no clue, what the heck I'm becoming glue.
I wish he knew that this is true, but I knew that he's so true.What to do, what to do, if I only knew if this was true.
He likes me as a friend, I thought when, can we be more than just friends.
This guy I wish that could be mine, is kind and fine, to the vine.
I like him with all my soul, so this is my goal:
My goal for us to become more than friends, even if it takes us to the very end.
People know who it is, I wish he knows just who he is.
He is a friend to me, that I wish could be just for me.
But he's not for me, so what should I be?
Should I be a friend to thee or should I set me free?
To him he means a lot to me, I wish we could only be.
To me I see the perfect guy, to others he's a perverted guy.
Should I tell him, or should I sell him.
I would never lie, to this guy,
For he's the guy that I spy.
(This poem is really true, even though you think it's new.
To this guy, that I spy, I wish that would be mine.)
TO THIS GUY NAMED ******,
I LIKE U, IF U ONLY KNEW HOW MUCH I DO!
U MIGHT NOT KNOW WHO YOU ARE,
BUT YOUR THE ONE, U KNOW YOU ARE.
SHOULD I TELL PEOPLE HOW I FEEL
OR SHOULD I JUST MAKE A DEAL?
MY ONLY WISH IS FOR HIM TO LIKE ME MORE
AS MUCH AS I LIKE HIM EVEN MORE.
by name: Vanessa
email: vanessajo06@hotmail.com