I open my sketch book,
flip through the tattered pages
I flip halfway and examine the page's contents.

                                                      ­                                                      8.9.15
    ­                                                 Oh god..
                                              She makes me...
                                                      Happy­.
                                                       -S.B.R

Upon flipping through the notes,
I notice she is embedded in many,
before I ever noticed I was in love.
I don't have the best luck when it comes to love,
though I find myself writing ****** love songs about her.

                                                           ­                                                      7.16.15  
                                                    (4:24 A.M)                                
                            ­                         "Oh god,
                        her beauty leaves me with lack of words,
                  when I see her smile the rest of the world is blurred..."
                                                    -­S.B.R

She gives me hope love is worth it,
******* if her smile doesn't send my heart in a fit.
But like I said, I don't have the best luck with love
so however it ends,
I make sure make sure to write this last letter.

       Dear God,
                                    MAKE SURE she's happy..
                                                    -S.B.­R