i never really thouhgt i would be good at writing poems but as it turns out im not that bad at it . |
When we first met
I knew there was something about her...
Is it wrong to stick up for what you know is...
No matter who the person is...
Confused is what i am,
unsure is how i think...
Do you ever wonder if I think about you?
And if I do then when...
When i think of you
I think of our pretty face and beautiful eyes...
When i think of you
I think of our pretty face and beautiful eyes...
Loud sirens all around
Nothing but the color white...
Do you ever wonder if I think about you?
And if I do then when...
Confused is what i am,
unsure is how i think...
Is it wrong to stick up for what you know is...
No matter who the person is...