But the boy told the girl,
“I will always protect you.”
And, for the first time,
She believed him.

The boy told the girl,
“You are special.”
And, for the first time,
She believed him.

The boy told the girl,
“Your soul is made of pure gold.”
And, for the first time,
She believed him.

The boy told the girl,
“I love you.”
And, for the first time,
She believed him.

sometimes
i wish you were the poet
because sometimes
i just want to be the poem

I keep telling myself
that its ok to be alone but
sometimes I find myself crying and
craving for someone to hold me