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.
Look not back on yesterday
or what you have left behind.
For only today is yours
A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed
Friends are far, friends are near.
Friends will be there to lend an ear.
They lis
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
Young, carefree, innocent,
You sing, laugh, and dance,
Taking in all Gods' glory<
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some
I think about you all the time.
You're always in my head.
I reread every text you
The hate that I feel inside for you
For all the crappy things you have put them through
Childhood friends? I hope we still are.
Years have put space between us and now you seem
When your mind is set
On a splendid thing you want to do,
Some will shrug,
<There are moments in our life we'll always treasure.
Tiny fragments from our past, rememb
