Treasure Island

Kendra Sliger

Just Another Stupid Love Poem About the Most Amazing Guy In the World

I want him
I want him to love me
I want him to care
I want him to think of me
When I'm not there
I want to feel him
To run my fingers through his hair
To slow dance in the rain
So he can wash away my pain
So we can grow together
Be happy as one
For people to think we have too much fun
We laugh at the most awkward times
When we look into each other's eyes, we
Look into each other's souls
And forever remain
In each other's hearts
I want him
I want him to tell me his darkest secrets
So I can tell him mine
So we can run away together
Live the life of adventure
I want him to love me
So he can wash away my pain
And forever remain
In my heart

Submitted: Thursday, November 04, 2010

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