David Knox

(honestly why would i tell you? / does it matter?)

10 lines


How can i profess my love for you in just ten lines
when i could write a million rhymes
how can i say all that i feel
in so little space, i must fill the world with my love
It's hard to believe, but what i am saying is truth,
but i want to write my love for you everywhere yet protect it as a precious dove

in only ten lines how can i make you see
all the love I've bottled, inside of me
waiting to spill out all over you
hoping that you love me too...

Submitted: Tuesday, April 22, 2008

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  • Kye Kurion (4/22/2008 11:56:00 PM)

    Although very little of that actually described something, it was a good poem. (Report) Reply

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