Talking with him,
Makes my head spin.
But in a good way.
I want him to stay.
I can definetly tell,
He'll be the main fill,
In my poems for a while.
I hope he won't read these files.
And if he does, I hope he'll smile.

I'm finally opening a new door.
My tears will no longer hit the floor.
I finally have found someone,
Who will allow me to be myself.
I'm so glad that they'll be around.

As I sing along to the strums that I play,
I smile and pause to write down another way,
To say how I'm feeling. Like any other day.
And during this time in the middle of the night,
You come to my mind, I write about you all the time.
I'm sorry I can't help it, There's really nothing to it.
The words just slip right out,
You're the one thing on my mind right now.