Cheri

She's beautiful. With her jean shorts and brightly colored tshirt. With her face covered in mud, or happy from catching a fish, and even the frowns. The depression that eats away at her like maggots- slowly eating the urge to live another day. She's beautiful. With the tears rolling down her face. With everyone against her. She's beautiful, she's everything that makes me happy. She's strong. She's lost loved ones. Been beaten down and abused. She's been broken. Yet, she still sees beauty in everyone else- but herself. She is heaven. Keeps me in a daze. Alive. Warm. Calm. Feeling fuzzy. Feeling as if this is all I want- but it won't last. She's too broken. She's too beautiful.

All my diamonds shine cos they really diamonds.....yep, it's stuck in my head.

I never thought I could feel so strongly for an individual. Though you struggle with accepting the fact that I have deep feelings for you, I wont drop you like everyone else. I've known you since we were little children, playing on the basketball court. You liked me then and I like you now. I wish you wouldn't have gone away, wish you wouldn't have suffered from undeserved pain, I wish I wouldn't have laughed you off as a child. I think..............Goddess help me- I may love you.

Fallen so much for this one individual already. The fighting is a pain, but hearing how much I- an awkward teenage girl- can affect you and how much you really care. I like knowing the person I care for feels the same.