Sian Mein


Because


Sometimes i just sit around
and think of you.
then i wonder,
do you think of me?

Then i remember
why you don't
i remember the
reasons why

because I'm not self confident,
I'm too self conscience
because I'm not loud,
I'm not the party animal.

because I'm not sporty,
I'm sorry i don't have the time.
because I'm not smart,
i have bigger things on my mind.

because I'm not pretty,
i know I'm not a model.
because I'm not skinny enough,
i wish i was everyday.

i think about you
all the time.
my biggest wish,
is that you do the same.

i know you
probably don't,
but a girl can dream
can't she?

you don't realize
you make me cry every night
because you make me smile
during the day

i just wish,
that one day,
i can say it to your face,
i love you<3

Submitted: Tuesday, July 03, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, July 04, 2012

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