Some kind of thing

Dec 15, 2005 21:14

Random poetry mused right off the top of the head.

If someone you loved was never yours

you could not have them

They would always be that prize out of reach

If you loved that one person so dearly

that without them life is a funeral march

and sunlight

just isn't

I would pledge my soul, my life, my heart my ideas, everything that is myself

just to be

"friends"

.
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