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Am still too done to write, but we had fries and tea for supper today together, and then I came across this piece Cee was writing, then I found it finished it. still have no idea what it is about, but the lines just make sense. and what's more, it is untitled, so I just call it, UNTITLED!
You’re not my sun and I’m not your star
I’m a lonely coward and you are what you are
We try to relate but we never get far
I have a past and you, a scar
So emotionally we are quite at par
You’re not quite the prince I’d hoped you to be
But you’re always there when I need you to be
You buy me chocolate, I buy you flowers
You call me and I listen for hours
You ever are around, when dread glooms on,
And to whither I call on,
Listen to my little rumblings
A muse to behold
The perfect adoration-a mirage in the sand,
Blown through a conduit- a witty envelope,
To whom I shall always run to,
Whenever I need someone
We hand and laugh,
And everything comes to a stop.
In our own world, built on reason,
An admiration-of preserved smiles,
Yet you are not my avalanche,
That bespeaks of the hurdles am to face,
For there you are-on call when I need you
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Posted by love4hate on 2008-06-07 15:43:06 | Rating: | Views: 42
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