Saturday, September 13, 2008

A gentle word like a spark of light,
Illuminates my soul
And as each sound goes deeper,
It's YOU that makes me whole

I think of you each morning
And dream of you each night
Never have I fallen
But I am quickly on my way

You hold a heart in your hands
That has never before been given away.
It is not me, but the one you loved
And for that, i wish you happiness

:D
Random poem. today is boring. bye. xoxo

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