I look into your beautiful green eyes and think to myself, oh how I wish you were mine. There is no way that we can be together. You aren’t the kind of guy that daddy wants his little girl to be with. You have an edge that draws me closer and closer. I know that if I was being smart I would walk away, but I also know that I probably won’t. I feel something with you, and know that if I tried I could change you into the boy that daddy would be okay with. You laugh at me when I fall, but stop when I cry. That’s how I know that I have a chance at changing you. You look at me and smile, and tell me that you like me. When people tease me, you say that they are mean. I like you a lot, with your beautiful green eyes.
Your beautiful green eyes
January 17, 2012