Your hair is like the flowers on a windy day
My problems are wrong
I am sorry for them, which I mean to say; you know what I am saying
I am sorry for pain and being a jerk to you
I like to joke and know you don't like it
But I like you and you have feelings for me
Just be my friend thats all I ask
For now at least till you accept this poem
You dont have to see me or talk on the phone
Email an' iming is all I ask
You might disagree
I have hurt you too much I know and I am sorry
Wont you please accept this plea to be my friend
It was wrong for me to call you things and put words in your mouth
I know now that I deserve another chance not now maybe later this year or next year
I know you want to be my friend if I am mature, is that correct?
Take me back please, just be my friend....
