I held a letter to him::..printed out neatly::..to scared to give it to him::..wondering when and if i do will it be to late::..the letters getting old::..the words are starting to fade::..i droped the note today walking home::..all that remained on the paper was::..Do u::..in the hall today i heard a wisper it said I DO...
...this is my personal work....
I write lots of poems...
