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Jan 2013
Call a doctor
I think im sick
Call it "in love"?
I think its ick.

My stomach is in knots
Im feeling kind of tounge tied Is it real love?
Even if it is, your answer will be deined.

I'v been in love once
And its not much of a treat.
What happened with him,
Is very obsolete.

Though this guy is different..

Its in his eyes,
So careing as if he really listens.
His smile,
Bright and full of joy as it glistens.

His humor, oh man his humor..
So on key with mine
His words,
They take me straight to cloud nine.

I weep and wish he could be here
Close and near..

Holding me in his muscley arms
As we play Super Mario and watch Ninja Turtles
All happy go lucky
It would be SO much better than being out running hurdles.

I mean I know were only half way there
But he takes me all the way.
Talking to him for 10 minutes
Never fails to make my day.

He makes my heart skip a beat,
Having him so far away just makes me feel oh so incomplete..

This is why I need a doctor sir
Iv fallen and I cant get back up
Love has taken its toll
And I fear I'm going to ***** it all up..
Emylie G
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Emylie G  Texas
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