..myself

your sweet look, how I wish I could make it happier,

less sorrowful and disappointed in me, daily. Each word

the slithers innocently out of my mouth, reaching you from the 

tips of my lip. I don't mean for them to mean what they do. I would hope

you've figured out, just how much you mean to me, too?

But I wouldn't blame any insolence gone, for the way that you have talked,

as the way I display mine so, to you they are my thoughts. 

I find you're able, in more than many ways, to understand

the truth. Unlike those other six-thousand around - I hope your judgement,

however how harsh, will take the time to see. Dissimilar pain from what you've had hurt,

but nevertheless, it's pain. Don't look at me as if in vain, you're my wonder, to whom I'll honestly display..