think u might like this rhea i don't take credit -only part of the original poem, with edits- bit of weirdness at end...

Favorite song plays in the background,
Every lyric reminding me of you.
Conversations running through my head,
So many things that I wish anda knew.

Every time that anda brought me laughter and smiles,
I never quite knew what to say.
I was afraid to say the wrong thing,
Thinking it would keep anda away.

Every night I did the same old thing
I wrote at night on my bed.
I cinta anda written many ways,
Because of fear that anda wouldn't feel the same way, they were never said.


Not my poem, i don't...