Help Her Up |
Help Her Up |
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I made a little poem/story.. It's kinda real, except for a certain part. This is old, I just haven't shown it to anybody... We're talking Sixth Grade old.. I'm surprised I even found it..
__________________________________ ____ ___ __ _ Every Day, I see her. She Makes me. Smile. She Makes me. Debate. She Makes me. Laugh. She Makes Me Wonder. Especially when she dances. She doesn't know how to dance. But I don't tell her that. It's not like me, to be the kind to break an innocent perception. But I keep things to myself. When She Rides her Bike. I watch. When She Rides her Bike. I watch. Again. When She Rides her Bike, and Falls Off, I watch, and laugh. But Then Think.. Why does she fall, if she has been on a bike since she was a kid? I guess it's weird. So.. I still watch her. I'm developing something. For Her, Of Course... But Why? And Why Am I So Quiet About it? I can't talk to her about it... As if she were my friend... Anyway. I'll just watch and watch, to my heart's content. I'm looking for that night. Which night? The night to tell her how I feel. Not The Day I see Her, But The Night. The Night I see Her. That's when she'll know. And Everytime she might fall off that bike.. I'll be there to help her up. __________________________________ ____ ___ __ _ PLEASE Comment.. Nobody EVER does.. |
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