Funny framed glasses and a freckled nose She looks to be shy I suppose She hides behind her books Ignoring all the strange smerks and looks She's afraid to even speak or smile But she does listen to people every once in a while She walks aimlessly through the halls Writing all her secret crushes on the bathroom walls Her name never before heard She has one I think, although I'm not sure My curiosity for her grows each day gone by I feel the need to ask her why, why is she so shy I try to let her know that I am someone she may confide in I always tell her that I am her friend and that she is my freind Now I have reached her soul A thing that not one person has ever been told I just want to be there for her and let her no that I care Even if it's the "secretest most secret", with me she can share Well, as days went on and we grew older I would be there everyday for her to wipe her tears on my shoulder Other people wouldn't give her a chance because they thought she was different I think they would be quiet too if they knew no one would listen My curiosity quickly grew into a feeling of a new kind And for a while this had been on my mind I took her to a place with no noise And spoke to her in a soft, subtle voice I placed the ring around her finger on my bended knee And said; I have always been there to help you, now it's your turn to help me
Reason for writing:
Just something I made up.
Birth sign: Taurus
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