To LoveA Poem by WormsTo Love Her eyes pass over me. She speaks like a friend, She calls me at home. She speaks to me often. I ask her to come. She asks me for help. © 2010 WormsAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on November 29, 2010 Last Updated on November 29, 2010 AuthorWormssomewhere, PAAboutI'm 16 and insane and I am not the best person to ask about me but here goes nothing I am a hopless romanitc, for the world as well as myself I am a dreamer, I am a schemer I am a ranter, I am .. more..Writing
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