You were my first,
yet you seem to be my last.
I like you, no i love you.
My heart only dreams of saying those words,
I can even look at your face with out my red bright cheeks.
I love the way you act,
the way your so inpefect,
that's what make you so perfect.
Call me crazy to love you but, I think that I be.
I love you, only if I can just speak up, only if you knew.
what would you do?
would you say that you felt that way or, maybe
just emabarsse me?
I don't care because here I go,
I want to but, should I?
We belong togather, if you only opened your eyes,
you could see that I did mean it whenI said "I love you"
I write you letters, did you know that?
Did you know that I felt that way?
When you left I lost another part of me, why can't you
see we belong?
There is no one else but
you, cherry.
