Stumble Poem by Victoria Ritchie

Stumble



I am of a higher intellect,
But you make my words come out incorrect.

I like you, thats for sure,
Because when you're near me, I'm just a puddle on the floor.

I'm happy when you're close,
When I'm away, it's you I miss the most.

When we talk, it's like it's only me and you,
The interruption comes in right on cue.

There's not much more I can do,
Except say 'I love you'.

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Melissa Broomhead 22 June 2006

Its a great poem i luv it it rox

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