I like you.
I like the way you style yourself,
I like what you do.
I like how you can carry yourself,
and the way that you move.
I know you're different than others,
that's why you're special to me.
I like how you're usually quiet,
so am I,
are we meant to be?
I like when you focus on one,
and forget everything else.
I like when you dance in the yard,
next to the flowers,
by yourself.
I like the flavor of black and white,
and hope you do to.
They remind me of you,
another reason I like you.
I like when you whisper in my ear,
and say "sweet dreams"
but it's hard to sleep on the ground,
by you,
but I'll get used to it soon
and the strange sounds.
I like how you're calm like the night sky,
You're eyes sparkle and closely stare,
You bring me butterflies,
and it's killing I can't meet you yet.
I like you and hope can read it.
Because I know it's hard being dead and all,
and for almost a year now, in a buried pit.
(Based off a character of mine)
