I like the way you sneak in late at night
Making the gloomiest, pitch-black times so bright
I like how you make me reiterate the things i say
about assuring you we'll elope someday
I like how you dress to kill
but here to heal
I like the way you smile perfect
and how you kiss me wonderful without lipstick
I hate how you regret to inform me
That the time has come to abandon this scenery
With a wave of a hand, the raise of a glass
We'll let these flawless times never pass
Love, yes maybe i believe
But All I'm asking is for you to...
close the window when you leave
I like the last line.
How incredibly Chris Carrabba of you. =)
I deffinately love the poem! Great Job! =)
Wow I loved it!