Impressions.

by Makayla   Jun 21, 2007


She sits there,
She'll sit there for hours,
Aspiring to become her,
Her hero.

She'll go every extra inch,
Just to make herself smile,
Its has been so long,
So long since she has been truly happy.

She'll listen to music until 2am,
and she will think about him,
The guy that she is in love with,
Her best friend.

Shes thought about it,
Although shes sworn she wouldn't,
She couldn't,
She has an audience to impress.

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