Anything for Her
To be honest I’ll probably lay down my body to save her from the evilness of life.
This goes out for the girl that I like with all my heart, yet I know she will never be hers. But that isn’t what is important to me. Her happiness is all I care about, it doesn’t matter if I'm the main reason for that smile on her face or if I'm not even in the top 100 reasons for the best smile in the world being on the most beautiful face. Some will always think I do what I do cause my feelings for her and wanna give me shit, yet I’ll simply say I'm just being the best friend I can be to her. Cause that’s what she needs from me. She already gets those kisses and hugs from her number one. So, I’ll do what she needs me to do. I’ll walk across the street during lunch time and then sneak back into school. I’ll sneak inside her house with a goodie bag as her mommy and daddy are sleeping in the living room. I’ll ask her how do I cheer you up, even though she keeps saying if I ask her that one more time I'm getting punched in my throat. To be honest I’ll probably lay down my body to save her from the evilness of life.
Please don’t get me wrong, if she was mine then I would treat her like the queen and the angel she is but guess what even though she ain't ever gonna be mine, I'm still gonna treat her like the queen and the angel she is. Cause that will put her a smile on her face. I know her life hasn’t been easy, and I’ll never tell anyone those secrets she told me cause I promised I wouldn’t tell, this boy never breaks a promise and to be honest she would be kicking my ass. So why be one of those people I just wanna take out back, load and fire? I'm gonna be the one that she's able to come to when she needs or wants something, the one she can tell anything to and have it been on total lockdown, hell I’ll be the one that makes all the guys true competition. There be trying to outdo each other and she’s like just do what he’s doing.
Now don’t get me wrong I'm always gonna have feelings for that girl, I mean she's perfect in all 360. And to be honest I'm always probably gonna think why don’t the fairytale end with me and her riding off into the sunset but I’ll promise you this small thing. I’ll be honest, trustworthy, real, kind, and a real man to her and her bloodline. Because she doesn’t need another wannabe coming into her life, spending some time in paradise then take her heart when he leaves. Life is messy at times, yet you must keep going. There’s going to be struggles and there’s gonna be heartbreaks. Let’s pretend I'm looking into those angel eyes of your beautiful girl, I mean this. I know you have had pain and sorrow in your past, but I just want to prove to you that not all guys are the same, not all will hurt ya just give me a chance to show that not all men all stupid as can be. I just want to be the guy that makes you smile and laugh instead crying and feeling like the only way to take away your pain is to take away your life. So, let me close this with a simple promise to my angel. Boyfriend, brother, best friend, friend, or anything else, I will be right there in the trenches with you protecting you at every chance. I know I won’t be able to protect you from every shot, but I’ll simply do my best and then some.
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By josh napper6 years ago in Humans
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