Like I'm here with Jorge and Jackie
We are soaking
My feet are wet my hair is a mess
My shirt wet
Yet I peeked To jackies note book and he was writing a poem
I think about me
Sweet Bun,To messy hair
Beautiful brown eyes,crying and I can't bare
Cheeks smiling,to puffy cheeks
Stormy weather and she forgot to bring a sweater
All I can get hurt with is,everytime she blinks a tear drops
And my heart seems to collapse
It seems to get a small heart attack.
He's a good poet.