Wednesday, March 2, 2011


what is beauty if it can't be obtained

a flower so sweet but to far to smell

like a girl with out interest,

who am I to her

she lives in my mind, not trapped

free to leave when she wants

me, hoping she stays

so I don't forget

so I close my eyes so I can see her

I close my eyes so I can think

thoughts of her are effortless

things that are day to day seem jumbled

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