Treasure Island

Jaylen Thomas

(March 8,1996 / Lake Charles)

Breanna


Your my newest best friend
The best of all
The one who understands me the most
I can really be myself around you

I'm so happy God allowed us to meet
Unfortunately everyone doesn't feel this way
I hate the fact they dont like us being cool
But I could careless what they think

I enjoy being around you
Because you keep a smile on my face
Even when I want to cry
Its no way i can be sad

I know when i have a problem i can turn to you
Because your willing to help whenever you can
Even when your not sure what to say
You always make up something to brighten my day

That's why I'm so happy your here
And hopefully you can keep me from shedding a tear
So far you've done well
I just hope it will stay this way

Submitted: Monday, January 30, 2012
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