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This Wicked Little Thing Called Love

Poetry By: XxXLoVeBuGxXx
Young adult


A poem I came up with... obviously


Submitted:Apr 12, 2010    Reads: 49    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


All the things you do to me

Just to see me smile,

All the things we've said

That made us think how lucky we are

To have each other,

Nothing matters to me anymore

Everything I couldn't see before,

I can see now

Because we're in this silly little song,

This pretty little rhym

Called love.

Why are we so blind

By these few little kisses?

Why do I crave them, as well.

You are all I need in this world,

You make me heal,

You are in this with me...

Our spinny, beautiful, mixed up base

And we're going to call it love.

This silly little thing called love

That makes us so blind yet taste so sweet,

And aslong as I can plaster myself

Right next to you,

I like this little game,

I love it...

This silly little thing called love.





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