Treasure Island

Jessica HernandezDamian

(10/04/1994 / Salinas)

He Is Here For Me


When I hear you or feel you
it makes me happy You make
me feel I'm the happy
person in the world You are
there for me when I need you
the most You always tell me you
will protect me that makes me
feel protected and happy
You are there for me when
I'm happy sad mad or angry you
tell me it's going to be okay
just learn what you did and
next time do better When I
need your help you help
me or gave me a better
solution Your best thing
it ever happen to me
I'm glad I will always
have you no matter
where I go your there
for me that makes me
happy I'm luck I have you
Your the best

Submitted: Friday, June 13, 2014

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