Her face was beautiful like the moon and the earth is,
Her eyes were magnificent,
And her lips made me feen like toys on the park ground,
That’s what her face was and is and does to me.
Friendships that are true last for long, long time,
But what doesn’t last a long time is the face of the angry,
And the not so peaceful face, but her face isn’t even like that;
Her face much, way much more than anything we would have recognized,
Her face is the bean that shines in the dark hallway of our house
Her glistening smile lights my heart like stories of old news,
Those good news too.
I miss her I love her too,
She is my best friend,
And my friend that is like can get nowhere near to her
Because she has something that
My friend doesn’t have
And that is me.
Because of her I am beautiful;
I am a person of interest,
I am lucky and will always be lucky
I am person she chose
Yes this ugly and fat retard yes guys she chose me,
Not you and not most defenitly not a pretty boy like you
She chose someone real
Someone that became a man
Not a coward and runs from the dark but she chose me,
But I love her most because she loves Christ before she loves me.
