"i hope you know that
to me, you still are the
girl you were the
day i
met
you."
and you are still
the boy bursting with energy
overflowing with charm
bouncing in the seat next to me
the first day of sixth grade
you have not changed
the only thing
that has changed is
how i perceive you
YOU ARE READING
the root of compassion
Puisioften, the bird who sings the loveliest song is the one who has never felt lovely *** a book featuring poetry about my stuggles and the feelings i can not fathom into understandble words
