- Dec 29, 2017
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This is something else that I wrote for Saint Patrick's Day that is a Doctor/Rose poem. I don't own Doctor Who, I just own the words in the poem. If you know what Doctor Who is you can either look it to be as a Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose, or Tentoo and Rose. It really makes no difference. So anyway, here it is. And again I'm making it up as I go along. (that's what I do with everything I write lol)
As I stare into bright brown eyes I ask myself whether or not she notices me when she stares back into mine.
Does she really see me or the man she really wants to see?
For there is nothing that I can give her.
I always age, but I never grow old, but she will just wither away and die or so I've been told.
I really don't know how to love her or treat her right as well as Mickey did.
But he parted ways with her because he was able to see that she wasn't in love with him, she was in love with me.
Oh how I wish I could tell her, how I could let her know, how much I truly love her so.
For maybe if she was a time lady things would be different.
But then I start to question myself how different are they really?
She loves me and she loves adventure,
Maybe I could give her something better.
Maybe I could give her a better life after all,
for although she only has one heart I have two and I could give them both to her even though they're really small.
For maybe with just a bit of luck, things might turn out right,
for tomorrow is Saint Patrick's Day, so maybe,..they just might.
As I stare into bright brown eyes I ask myself whether or not she notices me when she stares back into mine.
Does she really see me or the man she really wants to see?
For there is nothing that I can give her.
I always age, but I never grow old, but she will just wither away and die or so I've been told.
I really don't know how to love her or treat her right as well as Mickey did.
But he parted ways with her because he was able to see that she wasn't in love with him, she was in love with me.
Oh how I wish I could tell her, how I could let her know, how much I truly love her so.
For maybe if she was a time lady things would be different.
But then I start to question myself how different are they really?
She loves me and she loves adventure,
Maybe I could give her something better.
Maybe I could give her a better life after all,
for although she only has one heart I have two and I could give them both to her even though they're really small.
For maybe with just a bit of luck, things might turn out right,
for tomorrow is Saint Patrick's Day, so maybe,..they just might.
