Wednesday, 7 September 2011


She yells because she cares.
She cries because she’s frustrated.
She smiles out of no where because she’s thinking of you, even if you’re already there.
She scrunches her face because she’s about to explode.
She hits you because she wants to touch you.
She stares at you because she’s infatuated.
She calls every half hour because she misses you.
She lecturers you because she’s boss, not mom.
She kisses you because she wants to.
She asks you a question because she’s curious, not be annoying.
She wants to know where you are to be with you.
She calls just to hear your voice.
She walks beside you to hold your hand.
She sits close to you to lean on your shoulder.
She stands in front of you because she wants a hug.
Truth is, that girl loves you
And you know what baby, it’s me a.k.a Mia

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