I have a passion for volleyball


singing mostly everywhere


and drawing shooting stars


describing what I dream


I have brown eyes and wavy hair


the dimples from my mom


the smile from my grandma


and small eyes inherited from my dad


Everyone says it's just weird


that I hate tomatoes


and love ketchup


But both taste so diffrent to me



I wish I had straight hair


and gorgeous blue eyes


and that my smile was perfect


But my mom says im perfect this way


I really dont agree but i try to understand


I love listening to music


Is just something that camls me down


I may not always be able to draw what I feel


like I do now


But I can always listen to the lyrics of my favorite song


Music is not something that will grow old


or something i would get tired of doing


Is something that will keep the memories alive Something that will that will face my fear of the darkest








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