Sunday, April 26, 2009

It me that you miss.

Please don't define me
I'm little as you see fit.
I'll see you
when it me that you miss.
Until then, it not I
That continue to look forward.
I wrote a song
In your name and 
it begin with You.
You look so, so, so 
cute
That I become mute.
You, you know?
That I know
That you miss me and so
I'll be see you.

1 comment:

Lorita said...

Hey, your poem actually rhymed. It sounded like a children's book. Really sweet!!