EricaRod Poetry (1)

standing tall and strong He was six foot two so masculine yet sweet as honey his white skin, dirty blond hair, and brown eyes had me trapped from first glance; we spoke for weeks had the best dates ever those moments when it would be just him and I were most remembered his lips small but so powerfull taking my breath away with every kiss i shared with him making my body feel like a thousand butterflies could take me away at any moment, afraid of getting hurt i held back what i truely felt for him; he promised me i wouldn't hurt me like the man before I took his word and held him to it then one day i feel like were drifting apart and he finally tells me what we once had can no longer be for he's falling in love with another gal, friendship is the tittle of what he wanted between the two of us...... . . . .
Friends until you make up your mind whether or not your happy with her. I'll be waitong for you when you want to give this one more go round and I will happily say no because "I Love me and I come first" I won't be your backup plan. <3<3 <3