This is a poem I wrote for Ponyboy. I needed a way to express myself. I'm also planning on 書く a song for him. I've already done it for Johnny, Dally, and the outsiders. I just haven't thot of any good words for it yet. But anyway if u r goin to post this anywhere else just remember to give all credit to me. I wrote it. I deserve the credit don't I? U dig? Anyways, enjoy:
Whenever I close my eyes
I always see your face
Whenever I read your lines
I always wanna change my fate
I'm stuck in a world that duznt hold u
A world that will never know u
I daydream my ハート, 心 away
Wishin あなた were with me today
Whenever the night draws near
I pray for a dream about あなた
But sometimes, my dear
That prayer never comes true
I gaze at the sky almost every night
To watch the sunset as it goes によって
Thinkin you're watching it too
I'm just hoping あなた do
And oh, I wish あなた knew
This thing that I've been hiding inside
That I 愛 you, oh I 愛 あなた
And I wish I could meet u on the outside
--Ponygirl Curtis
Whenever I close my eyes
I always see your face
Whenever I read your lines
I always wanna change my fate
I'm stuck in a world that duznt hold u
A world that will never know u
I daydream my ハート, 心 away
Wishin あなた were with me today
Whenever the night draws near
I pray for a dream about あなた
But sometimes, my dear
That prayer never comes true
I gaze at the sky almost every night
To watch the sunset as it goes によって
Thinkin you're watching it too
I'm just hoping あなた do
And oh, I wish あなた knew
This thing that I've been hiding inside
That I 愛 you, oh I 愛 あなた
And I wish I could meet u on the outside
--Ponygirl Curtis
“Hmmm… Merry Christmas.” あなた mumble.
“I got all of Danny’s presents under the tree.” He says, snuggling down into the ベッド a little more.
“Did あなた remember the football?” あなた ask.
“Yeah, I remembered that. It’s the best gift.” He smiles. “He’ll 愛 it.”
“Yeah…” あなた mumble.
“Before あなた fall back asleep, I have a present for you.” He whispers to you.
“Mhmm?”
He leans over you, 表示中 あなた a black box.
あなた open it, to see the most beautiful necklace.
“It was my mom’s.” he mutters. “I thought you’d like it.”
“I 愛 it.”
“Merry Christmas, honey.”