Treasure Island

Kylie Archer

My Dream Guy

I want a guy who will understand me. I want a guy who will love me no matter what. I want him to make me his everything and if he does I'll show him a different side of love. I want a guy who will call instead of text me. I want a guy who will protect me. I want a guy who wants the relationship more than I do. I want him to tell me I'm pretty and out of the blue tell me ' I love you'. I want a guy who is sweet. I want a guy who likes to fool around. I want a guy who is upbeat and tackles me to the ground. I want him to tease me. I want him to prove to me that he needs me in his life and if he does I'll be the best that I can be. I want a guy who will never leave my side and when we fight I want him to hold me if I start to cry. I want a guy who will never tell me good bye. The one who will wipe away tears from my eyes. I can't wait for my dream guy, but I know he's out there somewhere in this world. And maybe, just maybe I am his dream girl.

Submitted: Saturday, January 11, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 14, 2014
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This poem describes my dream guy and it could be possible that the guy I'm dreaming about is dreaming about me too.

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