It's 4:45 in the morning, I can't sleep. I could say so much but I don't want to offend anybody. I am really frustrated and I found this poem that puts into words exactly how I feel right now.
Girls are like
apples on trees. The best
ones are at the top of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they
just get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples
at the top think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who's brave enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
1 comment:
I love you Shar! You DEFINITELY are one of those girls at the very, very tippity-top of the tree. I think you are amazing. Call me if you could use a chat!
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