Aric Beers


Girls


Girls seem to have that ability to make you talk
Somehow they can break life's usual walk
When you're sad or feeling down
They seem to be able to erase your frown
You don't have to be in love to enjoy them near
For they're all willing to lend an ear
Guys will talk and try their best
But they do no better than a winter vest
If you truly need comfort then talk to a girl
They're the ones who encourage you to give it another whirl
So when you're bored or need a friend
Go to a girl and the trouble will end

Submitted: Tuesday, March 12, 2013

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When something's bugging me I can always trust a girl to know what to say.

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  • Aman Arora (9/12/2013 2:26:00 PM)

    You don't have to love them to enjoy them near.
    It is a true observation. females have the knack of communication: they are patient to hear you out, which is always comforting. (Report) Reply

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