No Comments Written by Ronald on October 30, 2007 – 9:50 pm

Alright, so I have a friend in my art class, who likes a girl. He know’s I write poetry and he says he likes my poetry. He wanted me to write him a poem that he can say to the girl he likes, to win her heart. I told him I can do that, I did it in class real quick. and this is the outcome, I think it’s real nice so i’m sharing it on my website to the world. It’s a reeal interesting poem, because while he tells her this poem he ends up asking her out while still telling her the poem, I think that was a cool original twist… and I got plenty more poems to share, If you all like this one let me know and I will share more. I got a lot of erotica…. well, anyways heres the poem below:

Last night, I had a dream that we were in love
Like, me thinking of you, thinking of me, thinking of you, thinking of me, type love

Like me knowing your not home, but, calling your home just to hear your voice on your answering machine, then falling asleep and touching your skin in my dream and waking up and doing it all over again
And me in school daydreaming of your aroma, your grace, your face, your sexy body
and then take that day dream far away to a place were you get naughty

It was the type of love that makes us high together
and while where high
we just don’t touch each other, but we touch the skin of our souls,
and it’s a high that last forever and ever just because were together type love

Because I dreamed the type of love that makes me do crazy things for you
like talk to your picture on the wall while I’m waiting on your phone call

Or just sitting alone thinking about the moments we had together even if that moment was only 5 minutes ago type love
The type of love that makes me write poetry about the type of love we have type love
then think about how sweet your first name sounds right beside my last name type love
and then talking to you, talking about me, talking bout us on aim type love
and being able to look into your eyes and see this isn’t a game type love

Now, last night, I had a dream that we were in love
and the funny thing is, that, in this dream I was reciting this poem to you, right,
asking you if this dream could ever happen and
now I’m standing here reciting to you this poem that I read in my dream asking you if this dream will ever happen, now if this much of the dream has already happened, then my dream must be true
type love,
and how many times in each day, of every week do I have to read this poem to you to get you to finally slip and maybe begin to fall, and then just finally fall in love till your in love with me being in love with you type love

Just because I had a dream of that type of love I want with you, and
Last night, I had a dream that we were in love, type love

Now none of this is true, because theres no such thing as a high school love like that… maybe some that just last into a love like that, but by then there out of high school lol.