Matt Reyes

(11-29-90 / Midland, Tx)

A Hidden Message


I Remember the first moment i saw your face,

Losing my breath, heart changing pace,
Opening my eyes to a girl,
Very beautiful who loves my curls.
Every time I think of that day,

Your eyes are the first that pop in my brain.
Only you turn my frown,
Upside down pretty girl.

Do I make you feel good too?
Everything I do, I do for you.
Varying between complimenting,
You and looking out for you.
Now beautiful girl stay with me

Please don't leave, oh can't you see?
A boy who without you dies
Under his skin, oh he cries
Longing for you, can't you see?
Simply now, we're meant to be.
Even if you're not my dove
Nothing will stop my endless love.

Submitted: Thursday, July 02, 2009
Edited: Thursday, July 02, 2009
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