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.
You taught me how beautiful life is,
Everything from your words, your touch, your kiss.
What has happened is never spoken,
And everything around me has been broken.
Ther
You say you're afraid of being alone.
You can't do a thing on your own.
You don't
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, A
Her long black hair blowing in the wind
I slowly kiss her soft black skin
The way
Relationships are like lemons,
sour but sometimes sweet,
a kiss is like a cherry,
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
Cammy my rabbit, feminine but buff
no really, this isn't a bluff!
A rex with her
We dance circles around each other.
Making eye contact now and then.
Smiling, gig
