My best friend is in love
The boy blond hair of golden light
Stares at her with such delight
Brown eyes shining so bright
Love for her pure as white
Time stands still as sure and frill
But still hurt inside
Because she does not see
His feelings for her that capture he
Stares at her with such delight
Brown eyes shining so bright
Love for her pure as white
Time stands still as sure and frill
But still hurt inside
Because she does not see
His feelings for her that capture he
♠ ♠ ♠
Wow, I just re-read this, I think I wrote this in what... sixth grade, so much has changed, turns out lover boy is actually gay... So the poem does not apply anymore... I have to wonder though, how you can be so sure of something, and then change so drastically. *Frankly, I'm happy for him, the girl was not very nice anyways*