Why?
Why can't people see the real me?
I try so hard to be the perfect person I can be.
Sure I'm young, quiet, and shy.
But I'm such an amazing person, which many pass by.
Why?
Why can't people just take the time?
Just tell me your favorite thing to do and I'll tell you mine.
The people that do, I hold dear to my heart.
They see me as mysterious, sweet, funny, and smart.
You can't expect me to open up the very first day.
It takes time, but trust me, I'll soon have a lot to say.
Why?
Why can't people wait and get to know the real me?
I bet you I'd be a much different person than you first did see.
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
Look at that deer
Man I am craving a beer
He has a nice rack
It is enough
Cammy my rabbit, feminine but buff
no really, this isn't a bluff!
A rex with her
If I were to write a poem,
It would be a fantastic piece of art,
Many people woul
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
<Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
I thought it was what I wanted.
You promised me it was.
You took me in your arms<
Life is a long-distance journey
With ups and downs,
Twist and turns,
With
It's the way you say I love you and the way you hold my hand.
There's just so much about
