You’ve Been On My Mind

You’ve Been On My Mind short poem

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After seeing you again yesterday
I just can’t think of anything else
but you, oh your beautiful face
your pretty eyes and your wicked
little grin makes me wanna get
to know you better if you know
what I mean and I think you do…
Darlin’ You’ve BEEN ON MY MIND
all day today as the rain comes
and goes away I wish I could see
you right now more than words
can say ‘cuz YOU’VE BEEN ON
MY MIND,YOU’VE BEEN ON MY
MIND all day today…
Oh and after seeing you again
yesterday, I could tell just by talking
to you that this time around we could
be more than just friends and although
I am a little older than you, age is just
a number in the end, what matters most
is what you feel way deep down within
and…
Darlin’ You’ve BEEN ON MY MIND
all day today as the rain comes
and goes away I wish I could see
you right now more than words
can say ‘cuz YOU’VE BEEN ON
MY MIND,YOU’VE BEEN ON MY
MIND all day today…
but really YOU’VE BEEN ON MY
MIND for a long, long time…
YOU’VE BEEN ON MY MIND!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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