There he walks in to celebrate the street fiesta,
Here I am standing under shining stars,
Here I am standing just to catch a glimpse of him,
There he chats away the night with charm & smiles,
Who? but my secret admirer...The boy who leaves next door
There I sit in a corner gazing deeply with admiration,
Into his happy face full with joy, happiness & laughter,
But he doest even know I exsist,
Here I am thinking, waiting and hoping he would look my way,
Who? but my secret admirer...The boy who leaves next door.
There I sit alone, in the dark all by my self,
There I start day-dreaming about him,
Day by day, time after time I wish to have him,
but then I was just living in fantasy,
Who? but my secret admirer...The boy who leaves next door
Cries of sorror, cries sadness spiralled down my face,
Crying, wishing and praying that,
he would just whisper my name for comforts,
Wishing he was mine, Wishing I could stand by him,
Dreams all fade out the next minute,
I start making up another,
But all I can ever do is to wish it,
Who? but my secret admirer...The boy who leaves next door.
I have been sitting here, I cant get him off my mind,
I tried my best to hold my pride up high & be strong,
I drove my self to insanity wishing wishing & wishing,
But the truth remains he doesnt even know I exsist,
Being my next door neighbour for seven years,
Never did I have the courage to approach him,
Who? but my secret admirer..The boy who leaves next door.
The world wont just let me slip down
cuz in my mind was the picture of
who? but my secret admirer...The bot who leaves next door.
A slyp walks in to his opening arms into what I wished for,
Can I ever leave without my secret admirer,
Or should I let the slyp have him for ever,
For both will be answering the marriage vows the next day,
Will the boy next door be mine,
Will the bot next door be mine in my heart,
will the boy next door be mine in soul,
wll the boy next door be mine in dreams,
will I say the boy is mine for real and in reality,
Who? but my secret admirer...The boy who leaves next door
DarkChild 4 krazie bone 4 life!!!!!!!
Ha! ;D:D I just made it up. Am out of here.
???today ur tellin off someone outta yur life 2morrow yur dying 4 another :-/well yur quite a weird one ,cos i think people usually write to get something off their chest ykhamsayin .like when yur really tensed ,sad or juss a crush u gat on a friend or admirer .A persons poem should like potray who he/she really iz
peace am out
Yow!! Fella, listen up, Poems dont really have to potray someone, or tell of someones past and present life. Yeah am totally weird, n out of ur border, so dont try tresspassing boy!!! Nope man!!! I totally object to your last statement, :o poems dont really have to symbolise your being. Did you read up the last part. I JUST MADE IT UP BRO!!!
ke ke ke ke. :o. wa kaka na ki ke wa haka?? :P Gurrrl chill.. he meant no harm... cant u see his name "GOODFELLA" .. lol.. aight...
one happy family..
nice poem though... ;) lalle u don rolla for the fella... hahha..
hey ah meant no harm,aiight peace am out
i believe i already said that... :P ;D 8)
:o u did?
Yeah, u go galfreind du ur thing!!! I will tell 'em.
Neva knew u hike up this site. Only poems dama.... I know ur flow!!! Oya make una carry on.
As per misef, I go praise all of una small small. but I hate poems esp d onces with luv words.
God bless all d peom writers (mhmmmm) I will zip it or else everyoncez gon' b @ my sleeves.....but.....all these poem delivererz.....err...enihowz :-X
Is that d only confession about d boy nxt door: sleepless nites unko!! Nawa 4 gelz wo
;) :)If you ask me, this boy next door sounds real, hehe. And Aydee, I`m impressed, I musn`t say much. Fyne dyme, thanks for standing in ::)....and Dark child, poems do potray peeps afterall they are all inspirations of life to the writers. hahah. ;D :Dguyz ya know whats funny, hate poems wid luv words, yet waiting for the boy next door...and oh I mean no harm either. ;D :D ;)
Yes, I will say it again hate poems with luv words 8) Ibro have u got u prob with that? :-/ :P
Oh no seniorita I have absolutely no problem wid it, but I bet sooner or later, you will begin to ask questions. This I promise u
Not in a life tym, promises sumtyms r meant 2 b broken, so dont put all hope 4 my questions. ;) I like all poems xcept the onez with luvy luvy, it sounds childish(gaskiya am laughin @ wat I've juss written down) but true!!! ::)
You bet it is funny...I might agree wid you...for now. I`m laughing too...miss luvy luvy
promises are not meant to be broken in any state, why should one want to. it's better to die with honour than to die a coward and betraying ur peeps
mi confused.
In sum circumstances promises have 2 b broken. Eniwe it not about d promises ryt!!! Dark Child got su'in up there. :-X No more comments on promises.
Gud lurd! This poem competition every 1 who took part is perfect on it. choosin wud b ludacris. I mean every1 deserves a throphy 4 their poems. Its all greezed up 2 perfection
kwakule kwalunena. da kuma nachin tsiya.don son wanna poem din sai da na nemo shi. Wai ina darkchild dinne. Abi she don carry leg follow di boy next door or she no bear di marej. she don comiti sucide?
Kwanya da kwakwalwarki na aiki yarinya. This is d baddeezt madazz goodest poem gee. U got it real tight!!! 8) ;)
QuoteWai ina darkchild dinne. Abi she don carry leg follow di boy next door or she no bear di marej. she don comiti sucide?
So she never finally got to hit it off in love with the secret admirer. Oh he got married to someone else.....damn this is so touching. If at she told him maybe she might be the one tying the knot with him
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Is that d only confession about d boy nxt door: sleepless nites unko!! Nawa 4 gelz wo
LOL