Do you know
That I think about you
Almost everyday?
And it hurts
Because you don't think about me
In that kind of way
I'm to shy
To share what's inside
And tell you how I feel
Because I feel
That if I do I'll be rejected
A pain thats just to real
But I'm glad
I've been allowed to live
Under this sky so blue
And do you know
The only reason I'm glad is
I get to share it with you
Presenting the sensitive side of Ms.KayLovely. I wrote this like right now in the past 10 minutes. I've felt this way about someone before. I liked them a lot. I couldn't tell them because I was afraid. I realized it was better to have them as a friend then as a nothing. The moral of the poem is: Whatever you want it to be. Really.
You make your relationships with people however you want them to be. Let's take friends for instance. I hate when friends don't talk to eachother. I had these friends who stopped talking to eachother and then they both started asking me "Does she hate me?!" "Are we not friends anymore?!" "Ask her for me!". Umm no. I wasn't about to do that. I told them that they made it this way so they have to fix it. Then one said "I'm always the one to say sorry!" I hate that to. Who gives a shit if you always have to say sorry. Its not like you're saying sorry to the same person over again. If you are theres something wrong there. If you care enough about the friendship, get the balls to do something about it. Or else risk losing a friend. My two friends became friends again. One of them bought the balls to do it.
The End.
