To whom it may concern:
Im tired of asking you out all the time when you hardly ever ask me.
Im upset by the fact that I want to call you & tell you all my sob stories, but I cant.
Im convinced that you treat me as sweetly as you treat your dear little sister and that you merely humour me like you do to your cat.
Im saddened by the thought that im probably JUST a friend.
I wished I could fall asleep on your shoulder and you'd carry me home when I K.O. like you said you would.
I wished you'll always entertain me and make me laugh with your lousy jokes.
I wished you would play that guitar and sing that particular song for me.
And that maybe, just maybe, you might turn out to be my quirky Jack Sparrow.
Maybe? Maybe not.
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