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.
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
<I could fill the oceans with the tears I've cried
Or cover the entire earth with blankets
Dear friend, let me say
something on this special day
Though we are far apart,
Vulnerable before I found you
Lost in the lonely streets of my heart
I loved you
There's beauty in the struggle,
There's feeling in pain.
For every painstaking mi
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
There once was a monkey in a city's zoo,
who dreamed of the outside sun.
He did l
We had our good days and we had our bad,
I thought I would never forget the times we had.
My brother can eat.
Hide your fruits,
Hide your snacks,
Hide all your tre
