Everything

[random-hyperxgirlxforxlife]

This is another poem I wrote yesterday during French (I was supposed to be doing this sheet...I did it for a bit). I just felt like writing a poem and I thought of a title, but couldn't really think that what to write. I did have a topic too, just no words to write. So I finally came up with this. Once I started writing, it got easier. So yeah. Hope you like it!

Everything

It feels like I've known you all my life,
But in reality it's only been a year.
Sometimes,
I wish it was all my life.
Then things would be different,
And so much better.

But everything happens for a reason,
Anything related to you is a good one.
And if I ever meet you,
There's a reason for that.
Just like there's a reason why we're friends,
And a reason why I love you as much as I do.

You're so wonderful,
And could probably get anyone.
But you chose to love me.
Someone imperfect,
And not that pretty.
I'm so lucky to have you love me.
You're my everything.

[-LivingMyDream-]

Aww, that's so sweet
Reminds me of the conversation we had on msn

[sebsnumber1fan]

Aw!! That's such a cute poem!!

Good Job!

[random-hyperxgirlxforxlife]

Thank you both!!! But you know what's kinda funny, I don't remember that conversation at all . I don't even remember which one your e-mail is:P. I have so many people from forums, I can't really remember them all. I remember most, but not all. If I figure out which one you are, and if it was after I got the MSN Plus, then I'll be able to see the conversation.

And this poem is actually about someone. There really is this guy that I love a lot. And he is my everything. He means the world to me. He hasn't read this poem yet though. I've been trying to get him to read it, but he's been busy. Oh well, he will eventually. And my other poem, 'Real Love' is about him too.

**EDIT**
I figured out who you are!!! And I think I found the conversation. And I kinda quickly read through it. I guess in a way it is kinda like the conversation we had. And the guy I mentioned in that conversation, is the same one that this poem is about.