Overflown!

My heart skips a beat,
When I see you looking at me.
I just can't help smiling,
When you start to approach me.
By the time you're with me,
My heart has overflown...
Cause being with you
Is like the best thing I know!

Comments

  1. Sakhi.November 29, 2008 at 4:48 AM

    loved da poem!!its awesome!!btw there no1 to whom i dedicate my poems!!lozz!!

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  2. jEeRoNovember 29, 2008 at 7:00 AM

    yet another poem i can relate to =]
    im ok..though down with flu n cough at the moment..but im a'rite..
    thkx for bein my blog follower!
    n thkx for your comments gal!

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  3. *::♫♪♥'.victoria.'♥♪♫::*November 29, 2008 at 7:52 AM

    i love that poem :) and sorry your week has been boring :P

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  4. DibsyNovember 29, 2008 at 9:35 AM

    OMG that's the best poem I've seen in like evur!!! XD

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  5. mariposaNovember 29, 2008 at 10:02 AM

    That's such a sweet poem - it's beautiful :) Btw, thanks so much for the comments!

    So I you asked me before how old I was? I usually don't like to tell people over the internet. But I will tell you I'm a teenager :)

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  6. AnonymousNovember 29, 2008 at 10:20 AM

    That was so cute i loved it!

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  7. *::♫♪♥'.victoria.'♥♪♫::*November 30, 2008 at 7:02 AM

    i wear glasses, but its like when im in sunlight theyre like a greenish-brown color, but more green than brown, and when im inside, theyre brown. its realy weird. :)

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  8. Miss. MaddieNovember 30, 2008 at 2:05 PM

    aw i love it!

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  9. vLoNovember 30, 2008 at 7:40 PM

    awesomeness!! anyhows, thanks for commenting on my blog after a while. i don't know... shes a friend... but really bad as a friend... and prob even a aquanitice (i don't know how to spell) more than a friend... but thanks for being considerate!!

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