Here I stand next to you.
Wacthing your every move.
Your reading my poems I feel invaded.
But yet I know I'm glad your raeding them.
Finding out the true me the way I feel inside.
My poems are deep filled with love and hate.
Trying to find there way out.
There are ways to let them out in anger or with passion.
You can fight or you can write and I chose to do both.
I fight your love and and write for you to know.
I leave little clues for you to know the true feelings I hold for you.
I put thought and love with every word I write and tell you.
But yet I can tell that there is someone standing in my way.
But I don't want her there , but yet I will let her stay.
For I know that if you fell the same way about me as well.
You would step around her and find me waiting for you.
I stand here waiting just for you and your love in return. ~****~
 
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