Some people are pretty
Some people like to rave
Some people aren't pretty
Some like to stay behind
Some people don't like others
Some people like lots of attention
But me?
I like the company
Of
Books,
Music,
Chocolate and Ice-cream,
The far distance memory
Of games
To play
And friends to find
And memories to part with
Some I like to cherish
Some I keep in a frame
Some I'll eventually forget
But some?
I'll hold close to my warm, beating heart