~3 L’s~ Poem by Dakota Bordeau

Born in this world with blue eyes of ice,
Never to be looking so very nice,
Some people call me a Fallen Angel,
I am not the capable,
With a soul born to hate,
I feel like I am bait,
I have no remorse no pain,
I’m going down the wrong lane,
I’m know for a heart of gold,
Then why do I always feel so cold,
As people tell me they love me,
I jus let them think what couldn’t be,
People always say I’m going to find the right girl,
An already have she’s my special pearl,
Her pretty little name is Sam,
She’s me fallen angel, an I’m her man,
As we sat an counted the stars,
Her lips tasted like fresh chocolate bars,
Sam the reason why I can’t die,
She makes my time fly,
Are perfection is defined,
When her heart beats next to mine,
When we cuddled an your hand is on my chest,
Time with you is always the best,
As I hold you so very tight,
In the black of dark night,
We look an we can see,
Were always meant to be,
One kiss turns to Two kiss,
Oh I feel so bliss,
You can feel my heart beat slow,
An I will not let it show,
I will love her nor today, nor tomorrow,
But forever,
I would go all the way to Denver,
As we sit an talk away,
I wish for another day,
If she were to fall I would catch her,
An then make her feel all better,
An when I fall to the ground,
I don’t know that sound,
I want to be buried under an Oak tree,
An then we can go free,
An when she sheds a tear,
I will always have no fear,
An when she needs me,
I will always be,
There by her side,
Loving her till the day I die.