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.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
I Fell In Love With My Best Friend
We were best friends.
Now we're even more.
You don't know how much.
of yo
Whatever happened to us when did we end?
How long ago did I consider you a friend?
<When first we touched,
My heart flew high,
On gossamer wings through a cloudless
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
I once applied for a life online
Sadly, however, I was declined
They told me I wa
You're a very special person.
I'm glad that you're my friend,
For when I need a l
Take me back to those simpler times
When all I sang were nursery rhymes,
When ste
You keep running from the truth; you know it's true.
You think I am crazy for loving you.
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
