To my bestfriend

I got your valentines day card tonight. I am sick and pittiful and kind feel like dying. Thank you for the card. it made my night in so many ways. I love you, and i was just reminded about how you are always there for me when i need you to be.
Happy valentimes day.
I love you,
Denton.

So, i don't really know what possesed me to post this again, but i am.
I introduce you to a 10th grade Denton Cruser who thought he could write poetry. (slightly altered from its original form.)
Every word, however, is still true.

That Girl

That girl over there,
i've seen her before.

I think i saw her from a far,
just across the room, but unreachable.

I saw her again, in the library,
she was across the table.

She said "hey, i dont really know you, but can i sit here?"
I asked myself 'is still untouchable?'
she sat.

Now, she sits next to me, and i think,
'no one's ever touched me in the way she has,
no one's brought out me as much as her, and
no one has ever let me see who i am, in the way she has."

But She's not the same girl across the room, with the violas anymore.
Or across the table anymore
Now, she is that crazy girl,
That amazing, saving girl,

who made Me reachable.