Somethings are not ment to say
somethings are not ment to be felt...

Sometimes I wish,
I wish I was still a little girl...

I am sorry my friend
I just can not go...

Every day I sit and stare,
At the boy who doesnt even know...

I have lost my strength and bravery, umongst other...
Yet he says I am strong and says I can do it...

Thoughts go wild
ideas do flow...

Sometimes it is hard
to move on...

As i swam
those sweet thoughts...

Sweetie i know wat you're feelin
I know its really hard...

Please tell me a secret
I promise not to tell...

I am so thankful
that i have you two...

Its the room i love
where I can be who ever I want to be...