Tuesday, June 15, 2010 . 6/15/2010 01:14:00 AM
Whenever you look my way,Or talk to me,
Despite my show of a face,
My heart flutters like butterflies.
My day was so foul,
Till I'd really kill.
But the sight of you
Leaves a smile on cue.
My friends has, and still, for months
Trying to get me to talk.
Still ain't working...
All because of my wary...