You're my

May 20, 2009
By BamaBelle17 GOLD, Tucson, Arizona
BamaBelle17 GOLD, Tucson, Arizona
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Favorite Quote:
Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners o the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s okay though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation so when I meet some one who’s an 8-color type… I’m like “hey girl, magenta!” and she’s like “Oh you mean purple!” and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, “No, I want magenta!” –John Mayer


You're my sweet, delicious air
That ripples through my hair.
You're my soothing mucic
That stops me before I lose it.
You're my calm surrender
That makes me feel like a winner.
You're my guiding hand
That leds me from quick sand.
You're my forbidden love
That reminds me of a dove.
You're my best friend
That will be there untill the end.


The author's comments:
This poem is about my boyfreind because hes all these things and more.

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