thebeautifultruth
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
9:56 PM
reqquest from lene to write another happy poem.
my million reasons
i can never count the things i love about you
i have lost count of all the reasons why i love you
you were my reason
of every season
the light of my darkness
the smile of my sadness
you come in various moods
sometimes i don't know it they're good
i find you a strange egnimatic creature
whom i can never figure
the first to think of when i wake
the last to think of before eyes shut until dawn breaks
insomnia takes me by the minute of late nights
that one bulb in my head still so bright
i'm in love with how i feel
when i see the bouquet of yellow daffodills
you laugh at my silly words and actions
that laugh free of deception
i feel like i'm living my own version of classical vintage novels
my thoughts going wild as it travels
you are full of countless questions
like a kid with vivid imaginations
you come in seven days of the week
in every colour of the week
there's many things i wonder about you
from words you say to things you do
monday mornings you're my sunshine
tuesday tea time i'm so blind
wednesday worries you changed them all
thursday torments you caught me while i fall
friday nights we hang out
satuday situations we never figured out
sunday prayers we thought of each other
that familiar feeling tingles
and monday mornings again
your smile shines
the reason why
my million reasons
i can never count the things i love about you
i have lost count of all the reasons why i love you
you were my reason
of every season
the light of my darkness
the smile of my sadness
you come in various moods
sometimes i don't know it they're good
i find you a strange egnimatic creature
whom i can never figure
the first to think of when i wake
the last to think of before eyes shut until dawn breaks
insomnia takes me by the minute of late nights
that one bulb in my head still so bright
i'm in love with how i feel
when i see the bouquet of yellow daffodills
you laugh at my silly words and actions
that laugh free of deception
i feel like i'm living my own version of classical vintage novels
my thoughts going wild as it travels
you are full of countless questions
like a kid with vivid imaginations
you come in seven days of the week
in every colour of the week
there's many things i wonder about you
from words you say to things you do
monday mornings you're my sunshine
tuesday tea time i'm so blind
wednesday worries you changed them all
thursday torments you caught me while i fall
friday nights we hang out
satuday situations we never figured out
sunday prayers we thought of each other
that familiar feeling tingles
and monday mornings again
your smile shines
the reason why
once there was me
I'm Janice, sixteen, but really, I'm three. I live in my own fantasy of endless imagination. I like the smell of new books and the wonders a camera can do. I laugh way too much.
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