I cross out everything until I only have you.

A simple poem (:

——————Girls
———–are like apples
——–on trees. The best ones
——are at the top of the tree
—-The boys dont 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

Some Day you’ll find your Mr.Right (: