"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Monday, November 5, 2007

Yet Another Poem

I was feeling lost, and as my confusion turned to inspiration, I suddenly began to write.

I call this one "I'm Here," and I wrote it just now. Hope it's good enough.



Dear You,
What happened to you, best friend?
You used to be so strong,
And I used to hear you laugh a lot more than you do now.
These aren't lyrics to a song,
They're the words I've always wanted to say:
I miss you, and I won't ask for much
Just a chance to bring you back.
Because I loved you, best friend,
As much as I do now,
And I will always be here,
Morning or night, rain or shine,
Whenever you need to come back home...
-Love, Me.

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