Treasure Island

christina weinke

(April 8 1991 / Prairie du sac)

My hero


my hero is there when i need to talk or cry
she the one that intersting
always caring about me
she nice
friendly
always there when i need her like just giving her a hug
just hangout
talk all day
my hero is always makes me smile
she there
i'm there for her
she always by myside when i need her
my hero are all these words
zealous
she like a young friend i never had
she amazement
exeitment in her
she wonderful
marvelous
she like the stars in the sky that i can look
see her always
she like the grass in my feet feels like soft as her hands
her smile is like the sun in the sun shine
her hugs
cozy like a cloud in the sky as white puffy soft cloud
when i feel down
she there to talk
comfort me
that's my hero

Submitted: Friday, August 01, 2008
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