melody

Feb 11, 2005 15:55


Melody

There is someone out there who feels just like me
who craves ever single word when a boy onced loved a girl.
From little tiny paper balls of letters flow into the wind
the quiet things no-one ever knows.
Walking hand-in-hand around the tree tops
the shorelin appeared like a wound.
An image imprinted in my head
i contimplate the day we wedd.
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? dark_emissary February 11 2005, 23:57:02 UTC
your freinds are boring me to death? what is that all about? great poem by the way...

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Re: ? poisonedphenoix February 12 2005, 03:07:10 UTC
thankyou i guess

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