A little reminder
You talk to me. Without knowing.
You are the ideal I've never really had.
All I could hope for. Me, that never hoped for anything.
Words seem useless. Yet I've wrote you twelve thousand poems.
I see you standing there. And I know I'll always stand by you.
Many times I've said. Then you showed me what it means.
You make me want to wake up. The lazy me.
I must look at myself while I'm thinking all this. Now you might know.
You are the ideal I've never really had.
All I could hope for. Me, that never hoped for anything.
Words seem useless. Yet I've wrote you twelve thousand poems.
I see you standing there. And I know I'll always stand by you.
Many times I've said. Then you showed me what it means.
You make me want to wake up. The lazy me.
I must look at myself while I'm thinking all this. Now you might know.
posted by The Hypocrite Walrus | Thursday, March 13, 2008
2 Comments:
You are just so in love Mr. Walrus! Who'd have known you were so good with love poems as well!
En serio está buenísimo, y me haces acordar a mí.. jajajaja cuando escribís algo que deja ver tu lado vulnerable usás el inglés... jajaja yo hago lo mismo... en mi blog estoy tratando de no hacerlo más... jajaja como ejercicio psicológico de valentía... I DARE YOU TO TRY IT!
Mr. Walrus! Incoming entry!
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