Your sweet, you know, you really are.
Your brown hair, blue eyes that always see the good in me,
They help me through the agonizing hours of ridicule I live in.
You understand me, with my quirky ideas, and stupid theories.
You love me, and look past my horrible morning breath.
You adore me, even with my messy bedroom.
You are my best friend, even when there are others who treat you better than I.
I am not worthy of your kindness, or your forgiveness, nor your beauty.
But I am grateful that you chose me, obliged that you took me in as your own.
Our friendship was impulsive and random, odd to say the least.
But coincidentally, it blossomed into something still odd, but filled with love.
Some might call us peculiar, because we hug and hold hands, but they have no idea how amazing out friendship is.
I love you Kyerra(:
Your brown hair, blue eyes that always see the good in me,
They help me through the agonizing hours of ridicule I live in.
You understand me, with my quirky ideas, and stupid theories.
You love me, and look past my horrible morning breath.
You adore me, even with my messy bedroom.
You are my best friend, even when there are others who treat you better than I.
I am not worthy of your kindness, or your forgiveness, nor your beauty.
But I am grateful that you chose me, obliged that you took me in as your own.
Our friendship was impulsive and random, odd to say the least.
But coincidentally, it blossomed into something still odd, but filled with love.
Some might call us peculiar, because we hug and hold hands, but they have no idea how amazing out friendship is.
I love you Kyerra(:
