Saturday, December 6, 2008

thought #836



I get apprehensive.

Will you like me as much as I like me?

That is the question.

Which really isn't asking much.

Will I give you a reason to stay?

Is there anyway to enhance my odds?

I want to say I will do anything,

But I won't.

I will continue to bite my nails.

Hoping I am good enough.

For you and me.




1 comment:

Frankie said...

Your blog is just adorable! x