so hard to understand,
yet you're like a little child,
who'd let me hold their hand.
You're like an oak tree,
that see storms, day, by, day, by, day,
yet you're like tides at a beach,
trying to puch your troubles all away.
You're like a stranger,
as strange as it may seem,
yet you're like a notebook,
i place all hopes and dreams.
No matter what you're like,
you'll always be to me,
the on i'll love forever,
hopefully you can see.
By: Olivia Lee