As i write this poem,
as everyone is new, but somehow the same.
Life goes by, days go on, nights flys by.

I don't know for sure if he's the one or maybe he is.
Life tricks me, and confuses me.
Can't one thing be what it seem?
cant one moment be like a movie?
can one person be the guy in the movie?
can anything make sense anytime soon?

I want him to be mine.
No one else but him.
He completes me, makes me think, and cares for me.
But don't all guys act like they do?
i know, as i've been told.
The one will come along, and if they all act the same.
You don't know if they are true of not.
Maybe he's the one..or not.
Until then, i'll keep looking (: