parsnipwine (♥..in luv..♥)
ღღ Smile to you. ღღ
Smile, someone loves you.
You can smile; it's okay.
Look at the sky above you;
And watch the stars just fade away.
No soul seems to truly notice;
The color of the sky.
Or watch the pretty butterfiles;
At they go floating by.
This someone that loves you:
They want to meet you today;
To see the dawn approach with you.
And watch the night fade into day.
If you do this:
I'm pretty sure, they'll love you even more.
They might even send you flowers, candies;
All waiting at your door.
The someone that loves you;
They must love you with all their heart.
They sent you flowers everyday;
From the very beggining; The start.
They write you poems,
And send you flowers.
You might never know how;
They keep sending you them every hour:
Here comes the next one now.
Dasies, tulips, roses:
You get them everyday.
You want to know just who it is:
But I'll tell you today.
The someone that loves you:
This, in fact, is me.
I've loved you unconditionally;
Just like love was ment to be.
I didn't tell you.
I didn't give you any clues;
Still you don't seems surprized:
As I look into your eyes.
I've now come to ask myself:
Do you love me the same way?
Or do you rather prefer me,
As 'just a friend' day in; day out.
The same thing everyday.
Poetry : Dearestdawn335
ღღ Smile to you. ღღ
Smile, someone loves you.
You can smile; it's okay.
Look at the sky above you;
And watch the stars just fade away.
No soul seems to truly notice;
The color of the sky.
Or watch the pretty butterfiles;
At they go floating by.
This someone that loves you:
They want to meet you today;
To see the dawn approach with you.
And watch the night fade into day.
If you do this:
I'm pretty sure, they'll love you even more.
They might even send you flowers, candies;
All waiting at your door.
The someone that loves you;
They must love you with all their heart.
They sent you flowers everyday;
From the very beggining; The start.
They write you poems,
And send you flowers.
You might never know how;
They keep sending you them every hour:
Here comes the next one now.
Dasies, tulips, roses:
You get them everyday.
You want to know just who it is:
But I'll tell you today.
The someone that loves you:
This, in fact, is me.
I've loved you unconditionally;
Just like love was ment to be.
I didn't tell you.
I didn't give you any clues;
Still you don't seems surprized:
As I look into your eyes.
I've now come to ask myself:
Do you love me the same way?
Or do you rather prefer me,
As 'just a friend' day in; day out.
The same thing everyday.
Poetry : Dearestdawn335