God Made Her A Different WayShe, is beautiful.
When I look into her beautiful eyes, the butterflies go crazy.
They are not like normal blue eyes, they tell a story, every time i close mine
hers are what i see.
Her hair is a gorgeous dark chocolate, that flows like a waterfall past her perfect shoulders
Her face glows with beauty and happiness, i see it in my dreams.
But I can't have her.
No, I will never have her.
We could never go farther than friends
Because God made her different than me.
Good friends is all we'll ever be.
Everyday, I think of her while i sit and think,
guys always ruin everything.
Whats wrong with me? I can love her the same way any boy can.
She is my every wish my every thought, my every wanting.
I want to hold her hand, I want her to feel my touch,
the same way I feel hers.
I want to kiss her lips, I want her to feel my love.
But she won't, and she can't
Because God made her a different way.
And now my heart is breaking.