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8/6/2005 6:49 pm

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Pomes


These are some of my pomes that I have wrote throughout the years. Let me know what you think.

Goodbye

I don’t want to say goodbye,
But I must.

It has been fun.
But now I have to say goodbye.

To a boy that I like first as a friend,
Then a little more.

How am I to say goodbye,
To one that I love?

Please make it easier by not saying a word.
But I am sorry I must say goodbye now,
Please don’t speak.

I don’t want to cry,
But I am.

Goodbye my sweet.

May 19, 2000

I . . . You

I want you,
I need you.

I touched you once,
And now I have to do it again.

I’m not the angel that everyone thinks I am
I can’t help the way I feel about you.
All I know is that I want,
And need to touch you.
May I,
Can I,
Will you please let me?

Baby,
Sweet,
I am craving for you more,
Then I ever craved for anything in my life.

Please let me know ‘cause,
I want you,
I need you,
And I touched you once,
And now I have to do it again.

May 23, 2000

I Hate You
I Love You

I hate you.
I love you.

I hate you when you don’t talk to me.
I love you when you do talk to me.

I hate you when you don’t ask me for things.
I love you when you do ask me for things.

I hate you when you’re made.
I love you’re not.

I hate you,
But yet again,
I love you.

May 30, 2000

I’m Sorry . . .

I’m sorry for everything I said
I’m sorry for everything that I didn’t say
I’m sorry for everything that I did
I’m sorry for everything what I didn’t do
Please forgive me
I didn’t know
I didn’t mean to do what I did
I didn’t mean to do what I didn’t do
I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry
Please please please forgive me for everyting that I did and that I didn’t do
I’m sorry for everything I said
I’m sorry for everything that I didn’t say
I’m sorry for everything that I did
I’m sorry for everything that I didn’t do
Please forgive me.

January 23, 2001

Night

The night is black,
The night is boring,
The night is lonely,
And the night is long.

Night falls,
And it means,
Bedtime for most.

For me,
Night is when I wake.

Why does night have to be,
So black,
So boring,
So lonely,
And why does night have to be,
So so long?

I don’t even think God knows why,
Night is so black,
So boring,
So lonely,
And so so long.

Night is when the bats come ouot.

But still, yet
Night is so black,
So boring,
So lonely,
And so so long.

July 8, 2000

I Never. . .

I never want to see you cry.
That is why I am not saying what I really feel.
For I to say what I really feel would make you cry,
Or even dislike me.
I never want to hurt you,
For the words that I say.
For the words I use to say what I feel.
For that would hurt you.
For you to know what I feel about what you do everyday with the girl you are with,
Would hurt you.
And that is one thing that I don’t ever want to do.
I never want to see you cry.
And I never want to hurt you.

I Want You
I Need You

I want you,
To love me.

I need you,
To love me.

Please oh please,
Love me.

I want you,
To see me for me.

I need you,
To see me for me.

Please oh please,
See me for me.

I want you,
For a friend.

I need you,
For a friend.

Please oh please,
Call me friend.

I want you,
For you.

I need you,
For you.

Please oh please,
Let me have you for you.

I want you,
To love me.

I need you,
To love me.

Please oh please,
Love me.

March 8, 2001


Tell Me . . .

Tell me that you love me.
Tell me that you need me.
Tell me that you want me to stay.
Tell me that you won’t leave me.
Tell me whatever you want,
Just say something anything will do.

All I want is to hear you speak.
That is all.

Or . . .
Tell me that you love me.
Tell me that you need me.
Tell me that you want me to stay.
Tell me that you won’t leave me.
Just don’t tell me that you are going away.

Please oh please,
Tell me that you won’t leave me.

Look At Me

All I want is for you to look at me,
The way you do her.

You look at her with love,
And caring.

That is all I want,
That is all I will ever want,
From you at less.

To know that you look at her,
With love and caring in your eyes,
Makes me ill.

Please oh please look at me,
Like you do her.

I don’t think I could bear,
It any longer.

To see you look at her,
With love and caring in your eyes.

You look at her with passion,
And need in your eyes.

That is all I want from you.

To look at me with passion,
And need in you eyes.

Please oh please look at me
Like you do her.

That is all I want,
From you at less.

Tell Me. . .

Tell me that you love me.
Tell me that you need me.
Tell me that you want me to stay.
Tell me that you won’t leave me.
Tell me whatever you want,
Just say something anything will do.

All I want is to hear you speak.
That is all.

Or. . .
Tell me that you love me.
Tell me that you need me.
Tell me that you want me to stay.
Tell me that you won’t leave me.
Just don’t tell me that you are going away.

Please oh please,
Tell me that you won’t leave me.

March 8, 2001

I’m

I’m not William Shakespears,
I’m no Jane Austen,
I’m just me
That is all,
I know how to be.

I may never be a real writer,
I’m me,
That is all,
I can ever be.

I can never be,
A William Shakespeare,
Nor can I ever be,
A Jane Austen.

I never want to be,
A William Shakespeare,
Nor can I never be,
A Jane Austen.

All I want to be is,
Me.

I am a writer
I may not write,
What people like,
Or,
What people will ever read.

But I write,
I can’t help,
But to write.

I’m not William Shakespeare
I’m not Jane Austen.
I’m me.

May 5, 2001

I Feel

I fell so lost
I feel so helpless
All I want to do is help you
But how can I do so
When I don’t even know if you want my help.

You’re so sick
And so weak
I can’t even think of how much pain you are in.

If I could I would take all you pain
And give you all my health
But then again
I don’t know if you even like me so
So much to where you would let me.

That is why
I feel so lost
And so helpless.

I would tell you that I love you
But I know you don’t feel the same.
So do please let me know
Of something that I can do
So I can stop
Feeling so lost
And so helpless.

November 7, 2001

You Mean So Much

You mean so much to so many people
That you can’t go away
There has been to much going on
That you missed
Please, oh please stay
There is so much that none of us has told you.
There is so much that you haven’t seen
There is so much that you haven’t done.
If you go so much would be lost.
Like the perfect smile that you possess.
And those perfect eyes.
So please, oh please stay.

You might never know how much you mean.
Not just to me,
But to so many other people.
There isn’t enough time in the world for me to say
How much you mean to me,
And so many others.
So you must get well.
And stay and come back.
So we all might be able to show you just how much you mean.

November 7, 2001

The Pain

I told you to get better,
Butno.
You always have to go and get worst.
When will you see?
See that I am right,
Just sometimes.

I ask you if you wanted to trade pain
But, no.
You always have to have it your way.
When will you see that your way isn’t always right?
I am sometimes right.

If we could go back to that day,
When I asked you if you wanted to trade pain
Would you still want the pain?

The pain that is making your friends cry.
The pain that is making your friends hurt.
The pain that is making everything not right.

Would you now trade me pains,
If I asked you again.

November 7, 2001

You Never Know

You never know how much you care for someone
Until you get that phone call,
That E-mail,
Or that Instant Message.

For me it was tonight.
I got that Instant Message
Saying that you were not well at all.

I never knew I could cry over you,
Until notnight.

I really don’t know why I cried.
I just did.
Now I see that I cried,
Because I care for you.

Please know that I do care,
And you are in my thoughts.
And in my prayers.
Tonight and always.

November 7, 2001

How

How does one find love?
How does one know when ones in love?
Is it one of those things that happen over time?
Or is it one of those things that happen over night?
Do I really love the boy from bio class?
Or is it just like?
How will I know?
Will someone tell me?
Or is it up to me and him?

And if it is love,
Will he know that is how I feel too?

What am I to do?
How will I know?

January 19, 2002

I Like You

I can’t keep it to myself anymore
For I like you.
No one knows
But one other person
And I know she will never tell.

But I am telling now.
I like you.
I don’t love you
For we only know each other
For a little while.

Just please don’t say anything
Cause I know that we are so different
From one another.
And I think that is why
I like you so
Because we are so different.

January 19, 2002

Different

When I saw you drawings
For the first time
I saw how different we were
For I write
And you draw.

I could never draw as good as you
But I can write.

I don’t know if you could write,
As well as I do,
But I would love to know.

For all I know I don’t write as well
As well as you draw.

So,
Thank you for given me
Something to write about.

January 19, 2002

Feelings

Why are you in my every though
Every dream,
Every word,
When we are so different?

If I told you the way I feel
Would we still talk
And when we fall quite
Would it still feel right?

Why can’t I tell you my feelings
If I did would we still talked?
Talk about almost everything
But the way we feel about each other.

Can I still you?
I rally want to.

January 19, 2002

Would You

If I ask you
Would you say
Yes?

Or would you
Just walk away?

Why is it
So hard to do?

For I got told
That you liked
Me too.

So why am I
So scared to talk?

Let me know
Please I’m begging.

January 24, 2002

Happy With You

When I’m with you I’m happy
And smiling
But when I’m not
I’m down and crying

Why is this so,
How can it be?

Is it because we aren’t together,
But then again
Why would you want to be with me?

I don’t understand
Will you make me?

I’m not happy being alone
Like I am now
Why is this so?

When we are in the same room
We really aren’t together
We are just talking
Nothing more then talk.

So why am I not happy
But when I’m with you
I am smiling and happy.

January 24, 2002

Scared

I’m scared
I’m really scared

What would you say?
What would you do?
If you knew.

Will everything still be the same?
Will nothing change?
I don’t want anyting to.
I just want to be closer.

Closer to you,
As friends,
If not boyfriend and girlfriend.

But who knows,
Mean we are so different.
You think and know drawing is an art.
When I think and know that writing is an art.

Then again if you really look at it,
What we both do is art.

So why can’t we share it more.
Like close friends,
If not boyfriend and girlfriend.

Then again I’m scared
Really scared
To tell you all of this to your face.

What should I do?
Please let me know,
In your own way
I need to know.

I’m scared.
Really scared.

January 25, 2002

Friends

I don’t want you for my love
I just want to be friends
Real close friends.

The kind that can talk to each other
When ever we are feeling down.
Or about whatever comes into our mind.

We don’t have to go out as boyfriend and girlfriend
But maybe just as friends.

The kind of friends that talk about everything.
The kind of friends that does a lot together.

Then again maybe we don’t have to go and do stuff together.
Just talk in school more often.

I for one would want you as a boyfriend
But if you don’t want me as a girlfriend
Maybe we could just be friends.

So what do you say
About being friends
Instant of being,
Boyfriend and girlfriend?

January 26, 2002

With Me

I’m going to ask you out
But deep down inside I’m scared
For I don’t know how you will act
Or what you will do.

So please tell me now
What will you say
What will you do?

If you will say
“Yes”
then I want to be with you.

Please oh please
Chris
Say yes.

For I wish
To go to
Sweet Hearts with you.

So will you go
With me?

January 28, 2002

They Told Me

They told me to ask
So I am.
I’m sorry I can’t ask you face to face.
But you know why
For I don’t believe you understand me.

I wish I could say something
But you know I can’t
I have butterflies inside of me.

So please forgive me
I would ask you out
But I’m scared
So will you?

January 27, 2002

How Can I

How can I get you
To talk to me
More?

How can I get you
To like me
More?

I wish I knew
So I would know
What I can do
To be yours.

Even if I was yours
Just for a little while
I’ll be happy.

I wish I could
Ask you all of this
To your face
But we both
Know I’m scared.

So please
Let me know.

How can I get you
To talk to me
More?

How can I get you
To like me
More?

January 30, 2002

Talk

Can we talk?
About what?
That I don’t care
Just to be talking
To you
Will put a smile
On my face.

Thinking about you
Puts a smile
On my face too.

But it is never
As big as when
We are talking.

So please,
Can we talk?

January 30, 2002

Alone

I’m in a room full of people
But I’m alone
No one understands
No one will.

Maybe I should talk to you
For you seem to understand
I don’t know why
But you do.

Do you?

Maybe that is why
Why I don’t seem
So alone with
You around.

For now I’m alone
Until tomorrow.

January 31, 2002

Thank You

Thank you
For giving me
Something to write about.

Thank you
For knowing
That I like you
And not saying.

What can I do
To repay you
For everything you have done.

Or do you not see
What all you
Have done for me?

One way
Or the other
Thank you.

January 31, 2002

Hate You

Why can’t I hate you
For I know you don’t like me
So that is why
I want to hate you.

Then again
Why should I
Want you?

Just because you
Don’t like me
In the same way
That I like you
It isn’t right.

So please
Forgive me
For everything
I have ever said
And ever done.

February 1, 2002

My Heart

Why must I always listen to my heart,
And not my head?
For if I could listen to my head,
I wouldn’t be crying,
Inside or out.

Just please find a way
To make me stop
Liking you
For I can’t.

I don’t think
I ever will.
For my heart is stronger
Then my head will ever be.

I wish I could
Find away
To stop
Thinking with my heart
And start thinking with my head.

If I could
I would be able to
Stop thinking about you.

February 1, 2002

Smile

To see you smile
Will melt my heart
The one that
I do all my thinking with.

So please just smile
Even if it is because
You like her
And not me.

I’ll even stop
Writing and fighting
With you.

Fighting about my writings
Being an art,
When in truth
We both know
That they are not.

So please just go on
And melt the only think
I can think with,
My heart,
By smiling.

February 1, 2002

Art

You are right
My writing isn’t an art
But still I write
For I can’t draw.

I will never be able
To draw as good as you.

So please forgive me
I shouldn’t have fought
For you are always right
When it comes down to
What is art
And what is not.

So please forgive me,
Chris,
For saying
That poetry is art
When it is not.

February 2, 2002

Think About

When I’m not with you
All I can think about
Is being with you.

But when I’m with you
All I can think about
Is not being with you.

Why must this be?
I can’t stand it any longer.
I want to be in your arms again,
But to do that
We will lose our friendship.

How can I think about you,
My friend,
In such a way?

To be thinking about being with you
When we aren’t together
Hurts like hell.
But then again
When we are together
I’m think about not being with you.
Why is all of this so?
Why does it hurt like hell
Being with you
And being without you?

February 25, 2002

Makes Me

If someone would ask me
“Where do you,
Want to spend,
The rest of your life?”

I would say,
“With him.”

For he makes me laugh,
He makes me happy,
And he keeps me warm.

But I know
They won’t let us be,
Even if,
You make me happy.

Then again,
Would you want to,
Be with me,
For the rest of our lives?

March 1, 2002

Talk

Can we talk?
Because I think I really like you,
But then again I’m not sure.
Please don’t ask me when I started,
Because I don’t even know the answer.

If we talk would you tell me how you feel?
I really want to know,
Because everyone says you like me,
But I want to hear it from you.

So please let’s talk
And tell one another,
How we really feel
About each other.
Because I think we both,
Would really like that.

March 2, 2002

I Want

I want to tell you that I like you
But I don’t know how
Should I just come out and say it
Or should I not?

I want to go out with you
But I want to become closer friends before we do.

People keep telling me,
That we act like we are going out now
So why don’t we just do so.
But then again,
I really hate when they do.

I want to be with you,
In your arms,
And by your side,
As boyfriend and girlfriend.

But how am I spouse to tell you all of this?
Would you even want me around?
Would you want to call me your girlfriend?

Because I know if you asked me,
I would say, “Yes,”
In a heartbeat.

For I like you.
You make me laugh,
You make me smile,
And just being with you makes me happy.

So I’m telling you now
I like you, Chris.

March 2, 2002

Don’t Make Me Smile

Please don’t make me smile,
For it gives my heart hope
Hope that you might like me
When we both know
That you do not.

I’m not going to pretend
For when I do
I always wake up
And I want it all to stop.

So please don’t make me smile.
For I don’t want
My heart to break again.

April 2, 2002

Happy

I don’t want to be your girlfriend
I just want to stay friends
Friends until the end
But than again
When we use to hold hands
I was happier.

I’m happy now
Please don’t take it in a bad way
Because I am happy now
Now that I know how you feel.

Chris, please know one think
For me at less
And that is that
I don’t want to be your girlfriend
Just your friend
From now until the end
That would really make me happy.

April 6, 2002

Don’t Ask Me Out

Please never ask me out
For if you do
I will be to scared
Scared that we would lose
What friendship we have.

Please understand
Why I am saying this
It isn’t because I don’t like you
God knows if I said that
It would be a lie
For I do like you
And everyday I grow to like you
More and more
But I want our friendship
To come before what we feel
Feel for one another.

So please Chris
Never think of asking me out
For I will say no
No because I will be to scared
Scared to lose you as a friend.

April 6, 2002

Make Me Smile

Would you please?
Please make me smile
For now that if know
Know your feelings for me
I want you to make me smile.

I know that I told you
Told you not to
But now I know
Know how you feel about me.
So please go on
And make me smile.

April 7, 2002

Dream Girl

Who is your dram girl
That you wrote abou?
Is she me?
Or is she the girl on T.V.?
If she is isn’t me
Then why did you have me read
Read about her?

But then again
If she is me why?
I’m not as smart
Or as pretty
As the other girls.

So how could I make you feel
Feel that way
Like you wrote?

I’m not saying
That I don’t want to
Want to be your dream girl.

I’m just asking
If the dream girl you wrote about
Is me
Or the girl on T.V.?

April 7, 2002

Stop

I want you out
Out of my mind
For we will never be
And if there will ever be an us
Then we might lose our friendship.

So please get out of my mind
I know I’m asking you something
Something that you can’t control
But still
Stop doing stuff
Stuff that gets me to think about you

For when I start
Thinking about you
It always ends up
With me day dreaming
Day dreaming about
Going out with you.

It all needs to stop
For I don’t want
What to lose our friendship.

April, 7, 2002

Get Out

I want you out
I can’t stand it any more
For I know that you can’t really like me
Because if you did
Then I would be the one
The one that you would want to protect
Not her.

Why did you tell me,
That you like me
When in truth
It is her,
That you really like.

So just get out
I don’t want to put up with it
Put up with you saying one thing
And doing another.

I don’t want to go on
So just, please get out.

April 9, 2002

Daydreaming

Why can’t I stop,
Stop daydreaming about you?
For we’ll never be
I won’t let it.
I can’t.

Would you help me
Help me stop daydreaming?

Just tell me that you don’t
That you don’t daydream about me,
Even if it is a lie,
I want to hear it.

For I am willing,
Willing to do whatever
Whatever it takes to get you out
Out of my ever thought.

So please help me,
By telling me
That I’m not in your every thought
Ever daydream
Ever dream.

I need it all to stop
The daydreams
The dreams
The every thought.

April 9, 2002

He . . .

When I needed to smile
You weren’t there.

When I need to laugh
You weren’t there
But he was.

He made me smile.
He made me laugh,
But most of all
He made me happy.

You never did
Seem to care
But he did.

He let me cry
When you did not.

He took me in his arms
When my tears fall.
You did not.

Why must all this be so?
Why does my heart like you,
When I must go crying
Crying to him,
And never you?

April 9, 2002

When I . . .

I don’t want to be here
So why am I
If I could be anywhere
Anywhere at all
It would be,
In your arms
Where I would be warm
Inside and out.

Why must I be here?
Why can’t I be
Be in your arms
Where I would be safe
Safe from the world.

Please take me in,
I will do whatever
Whatever it takes
To get in your arms.

Please tell me
Tell me what I can do
To get in your arms
Where I will feel safe and warm.

April 12, 2002

Go Back

I can’t take it anymore
If I can’t have you
I don’t want to be around
Around you,
Your friends,
Your classes.

I’m not saying
That I want to be your girlfriend
I just want to go back
Back to February
When nothing went wrong.

Please lets go back
Back to the days
That I wanted more
Wanted to be around
Around you,
Your friends,
Your classes.

I don’t think
That I can take it much longer
Knowing that
One day we walked hand in hand
And now we don’t touch
I can’t take it any more
I have to go back.

April 12, 2002

To Him

I’m sorry for going to him
But I had to
For you weren’t paying attention
To me so I had to go.

He asked me why
And I told him
I don’t know why
But it seemed so easy.

I know now
That I should just go to you.
Please forgive me
I didn’t mean anyting by it.

Me going to him
Will never mean
That I like him
Because I will only
Have eyes for you.

Please over look
Everything that I do with him
For my eyes and my mind will always
Always be on you
And only you.

So please forgive me
For going to him
I’m so very sorry.

April 14, 2002

Write About You

Why is it,
That when I write,
All I can think about,
Is you?

I don’t understand it,
All we do is fight,
So why can’t I think,
Think about someone else,
Even if not someone else,
Then something else?

Why have all my writings,
Been about you?
Maybe it is because,
Because I hope you will,
Will read them.

But will you understand,
Understand the way I feel,
For you,
Because you are the only one,
That I can think of,
To write about.

Please understand,
That I only write,
What I cannot say.

April 14, 2002

An Angel Sent By God

You’re the dream of every girl.
With you blond hair
And big blue eyes,
And less not forget
That voice of the angel within you.

You open your mouth,
And all is quiet
Except your perfect voice
The one that sounds like an angel’s.

Your perfect smile lights up the room
Like an angel’s halo.

You sing,
“God Must Have Spent A Little More Time On You,”
But I know
He must have spent it on you.

You made number one in
Teen People’s the Twenty-Five Hottest Stars under Twenty-Five,

And some may say
That you aren’t an angel,
But I would have to differ
With those who say
That you aren’t what you are.

You yourself may even say
That you are not one.
But I know you must have to be one.

You help those who need help.
You are more
Then anyone could ask for.

Justin, if there is a God,
And I for one believe that there is,
He has blessed you
More times then he blessed
All the saints put together.

Justin Randall Timberlake,
You are as sweet as they could ever come
And you are
An angel sent to us by God himself.

Bless you
And God be with you
In whatever life has to offer you.

July 17, 2000

Cover Boy

I’ve given my heart to a cover boy.
One whom I never seen in person,
One whom I never will get to meet,
And one whom doesn’t know I’m alive.

It hurts to know,
All of this.

To know that I love this cover boy
When I can never tell him,
And him to see how much I do love him

Sure he is an angel sent by God
And the boy in ever girl’s dream.

I just wish that I could tell him
It hurts so much
That I have fell in love
With a cover boy
Even though my head tells me
To stop being so foolish
When my heart is saying
Don’t give up.

This cover boy has made me fall
For him
And not just like
A farther,
But also like the oldest and biggest redwood tree.

This cover boy has everyting
Going for him,
And even my heart.

This cover boy does have a name,
And it is
Justin Randall Timberlake.

And Justin please
Just remember
You have girls falling for you
Left and right,
But none of them
Has falling for you
As hard as I.

I will, and I mean
Ever word of this,
I will do whatever it takes,
To get you to see me
And understand
How much I love you.

I will do whatever
And I mean
Whatever it takes,
Just to make you see that
You are my one true love,
And my cover boy.

August 2, 2000

Wish

If I had three wishes
That could be anything in the world
And they all would come true,
This is what they would have to be.

One I would wish to meet you.

Two would have to be,
To spend a day with you alone.

Three would have to be,
To tell you that
I love you,
And not just because,
You are a cover boy.

That is what I would wished for,
If I had three wishes
Of my choices.

But for now all I am wishing for is
Three wishes
That could come true.

So,
I wish I might
I wish I could
Have this wish
I wish tonight.

August 4, 2000

The Perfect Man For Me. . .

The perfect man for me,
Has blue eyes and curly blond hair,
And stands six foot nothing.

And the perfect man for me,
Takes his voice where only
Michael Jackson dared to.

And the perfect man for me
Knows that his family
And real friends come first.

The perfect man for me
Has a smile that lights up the room.

The perfect man for me
Knows how to laugh.
And the perfect man for me
Could make me laugh.

The perfect man for me
Could be as soft as he is strong.
And the perfect man for me
Could understand
That I love him
For him and not for the fame.

August 5, 2000

Perfect

The last thing I hear
Before falling into dream world
Is the sound of your perfect voice.

And the last thing I see
Before falling into dream world
Is your perfect face
With your perfect smile on it.

I love ever night,
And I love ever day when I wake up
And open my eyes
The first thing I see
Is your perfect face
With that perfect smile on it.

Then when I hit the sleep button
I get to hear
Your perfect voice.

I love every time I wak,
And of all things
I love you
My Mr. Perfect.

August 5, 2000

Hurts

For me to know
That you love her
And that she loves you
Hurts more then anything
Anything else in the world.

It only hurts
For I love you.
I don’t just love you
Because you are a celebrity
But because you seem so
So down to earth.

And to show you
The love which
I feel for you,
I won’t say anything,
Anything bad about your love.
But I will say one thing,
And that is,
May God bless you,
Justin.

September 20, 2001

My Heartaches

How can I feel such heartaches,
When I see your face,
When we have never met?

Why is it that when I hear your voice
I feel like I’m in heaven,
With and angel singing to me?

Oh, please tell me everything is true,
Even though it is all lies.
I just want to hear you tell me that you love me,
Even though it will be a lie too.

For I know that my heartaches because,
You are a cover boy and an angel sent by God,
Who has love that knows the real you,
And not the person the writers want us all to know.

So know this, cover boy
My heartaches for you,
And I love you and with you, Justin Randall Timberlake, love.

December 21, 2001

~*~Jess~*~
xoxoxo


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