Falling in Love Poem

This poem is about I guy I care for but seems to have found someone else that doesn't appreciate him

Why Me, Why You

© Vanity
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it when you hug me,
the world melts with us.

why is it when you leave,
I can't find myself.
why is it when you say bye,
it seems like forever.

why is it when the phone rings,
I answer just to hear if it's your voice.
why is it when you don't call,
I wonder what you are doing.

why is it that I can't breath,
whenever I think about you.
why is it that I can't speak,
whenever I talk about you.

why is it when I'm around you,
you want to walk away.
why is it when I hug you,
you don't feel the same.

why is it when you look into my eyes,
you just see a girl looking back at you.
why is it when you leave,
you leave to be with her.

why is it when you say bye,
you say hello to her.
why is it when my phone rings,
it's not you.

why is it when I call you,
you don't answer.
why is it when I ask what you think about me,
you day that I'm just cool.

why me, why you,
I don't know yet but I'm hoping you can find
the love I have for you and hope one day that love would turn into something more than what meets the eye.

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Published: Apr 2008

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  • This poem is great It reminds me of the one I always loved when he first came to my school I'll never forget him

    Alexis Submitted Dec 2008
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  • What a poem, it reminds me of someone I wish would want me as I want him. When I lived near his shop, he never noticed me, even when I went for tattoos. I looked into his eyes he didn't even blink. He did with talk poorly about me with some others which was sort of scary he was. Still to this day I look at his photo and wish, day dream if only he took a look at me. He likes younger pretty women. It was always hello goodbye. Mistake I made was get to personal over a tattoo that his employee gave me. That is life. But what a poem wish I could frame it.

    Lucy Submitted 5/16/2013
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