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I wish I could explain,
What she means to me.
Her laughter...
Her sorrow...
Her fears to me.
I want her to be happy
and have her wish come true.
I want to explain to her
That she makes me,
Brighter than the blue!
She as my first true friend
and now her home is empty...
I ca not not wait for her to come back!
Her canes, I try to fold
and make look spiffy...
Someday she may make my heart,
pound and grown all funny.
Until that time comes,
She is just my friend.
My ophelia
Is just a reliquiant,
That understands what I mean,
Though I speak no words.
And tonight when I rest my head,
Together we shall converse.
 Naree · Tue May 31, 2005 @ 05:33pm · 1 Comments |
