Open Poetry #25 |
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Poems to my friend |
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Fariegirl Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 147 |
As I sit in the forest, Rain beats hard on me, Non-existent eyes seem to stare at me accusingly, I look around and see only one thing, A face, a smiling face, It’s your face, Your face is surrounded by light, There is no rain, I wake-up in a cold sweat, I reach for the phone and automatically dial your number, “Hello.” You say tiredly, “Hey.” I say back, “Hey, what do you want?” you ask, “I want to say thanks.” I say, “Thanks for what?” you ask, “For pulling me out of the rain.” I say. Dedicated to all of my friends, thanks. |
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aries_luv_ppl Senior Member
since 2001-09-20
Posts 1448Universal Mind |
this is sweet ![]() ~Every girl has a dream within. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This is so sweet. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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