Whats become of this boy <br />in which I've always <br />been eye to eye with <br />while standing in front <br />of the mirror every morning <br /> <br />I'm speaking in riddles <br />and rhymes and poems <br />I'm not quite sure <br />if I know what I'm saying <br />but I know what I mean <br /> <br />A heart full of love <br />and its overflowing <br />I can't seem to sleep <br />because I'm too busy dreaming <br />of your perfect existence <br /> <br />I've got so much to tell you <br />if only my mouth would open <br />...its open <br />But the words come out jumbled <br /> <br />I'm so impressed <br />by your very appearance <br />and I love you so much it hurts <br />I can't contain the errupting emotions <br />nor can I even begin to try<br /><br />Nick Jankowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hummingbirds-will-come-to-envy-the-rate-at-which/
