In Philosophy Class

[Brandon]

I made this poem in Philosophy class around January 12th. I just thought it was pretty funny. I showed my girlfriend it, as well.


I'm sitting in Philosophy
thinking about you
I see you in dreams
where the sky is always blue.
I think about the smell
of the perfume on your neck,
the taste of your lips
when giving a peck.
The smile you show
when holding you close,
the laugh you make
when tickling your toes.
The noise you make
when you innocently sleep.
The touch of your hand
when we walk on the street.
Your voice as you cry
from being afraid,
the warmth of your tears
after they've been made.
The cupcakes you make
that I consider art,
the smell of the air
after you fart.
Your voice on the phone
after a long day,
your facebook status
of things I say.
The taste of your skin
after you shower,
[edited]

[Acheron]

And they say romance is dead.

[CanadaCraig]

Originally Posted by Acheron

And they say romance is dead.

I don't know.....

SOMETHING smells dead.



GBH

[Hollifire]

Hahaha oh my god. If someone wrote me a poem like that, I'd love them forever

[Smartass.]

Sounds like ya got a keeper there.

[Coexist.]

Class well spent.

[Glitter.]

Wow. Hilarious, and creative. It's a nice change to read something that's light hearted and funny in this forum. Very creative. :]

[bitesize]

That's a seriously epic poem!! <3

[savealife723]

HAHAHAHAHA.

I think I just died while reading this.
This is so funnnny.

[ilovecountrymusic]

Lol i love this, thanks for sharing

[Jovial.]

This was a great poem. I love that you wrote this instead of listening in class.