What am I supposed to do with you?
With your kind blue eyes
that twinkle in the dwindling classroom light?
I do not understand why
you pretend not to cry
when you sit alone on the front steps.
If I can guess I'd say there's a mess
inside your mind.
There's good inside you
I know it's there.
It's just trying to find it's way out.

You make me so happy
like not many others do.
I do not have to laugh to
hold the conversation.
When I'm down I cannot frown
when I trace the outlines of
your unblemished face.
You believe in the impossible
or at least pretend you do.
I can do anything when I'm with you.

So maybe we need each other
in a way.
You need someone to
tell you it's okay
to be imperfect.
I need your
childlike dreams
the ability to always
believe.

I'm asking you please,
step out of your comfort zone and
see what I see.
See your beauty.
Find beauty in me.
Maybe it will be worth it some day.