Forests Poem by Connie Chambers

Iv always liked walking thruogh the forests but when ever
I do I end up cring trying to figure why i cant be happy
when everyone likes im actually popular, somwhat
And though I cry I always feel better after, better like
Ik hes listening to me, I know hes busy though thats why
he doesnt answer my plees
Now its spring and there is still snow on the ground,
I cant walk through that fimiler fores. I try to jold back
the tears untill I can again walk to that place where the tears
fall like rain drops
At times I sit by the river just looking into the deep green water and I see you staring at me from behide and as I turn yo look in those bright eyes you say 'I see only you'