Lario I will tell you how I feel and if I am rejected it would be like a horse kicking my heart in the face and then trampling on it.
Then she would ride with her horse all over it.
A headless horseman haunting me if I hurt her.
Its like four horses tied to four points of my heart pulling it apart because I thought of hurting her.
A horse pulling my heart across the sand.
Hurting her I am ******.
Hurting her would be the same as riding a horse off a mountain.
That's the reason I am doubting.
If I hurt her then the dark knight on a horse will haunt my nightmares forever.
Give her the most beautiful horse in the world to say I am sorry.
I only have a short time to tell you this story.
Your the first girl I am telling that I like her in history.
Telling you how I feel is one of the hardest things to do.
This is truly my last poem to you.