here we are just you and I
if I couldn't touch you I believe I would die
my hand lays so softly upon your jeans clad leg
you can't help but see in my eyes that I'm prepared to beg
but what about all those uncovered lies
do not each our heads make just one malcontent mind
you and me what an unlikely pair
If I ever needed you though I know you would be right there
and on my part my fond friend the same goes here
Melissa
( early high school)