Dear You,
We’ll be together someday.
When we are, I’m going to meet your parents
and make them love me.
You’re going to meet my parents,
and they’re going to love you.
Once we get comfortable,
I want every friday night to be a movie night.
We can go to a movie theater
and see a brand new movie every friday night,
or just stay home and snuggle up,
while we watch an online movie.
Then, I want every other saturday night to be
our night out.
We’ll go out to different view points and
different dinner locations.
One night, we’ll try mexican, the next chinese,
and so on.
But, you know?
Those are planned days, everyday,
I want to drive over to your house,
and just mess with you while
you’re doing your homework.
I want to play with your hair..
I want to take after school naps together,
and wake up to no problems.
Just you and me side by side, peacefully.
There are more things I wish to do….
but I guess we’ll have to see what our future holds
right?
This is to you...
Love, Me
I can't really
picture
people daydreaming about me.
I dont picture someone who thinks
about me all the time.
I dont really think I'am the reason someone loses sleep,
and I know I'am not the reason they're failing a class
because I'am all thats on there mind. I don't see
someone telling their friends about me, and how perfect
I'am. I cant picture them getting butterflies if I
look at them or hug them and I dont see myself being the reason
someone chooses to wake up in the morning. I probably dont make
someone smile when their phone lights up with my name and
I'am positive I dont make someone catch their breathe when
I walk by. I'am not someones 11:11 wish and I know I'am
not thought of when a star shoots by.
I just dont see myself being someone that people look forward
to.