this is for the girl who says hi to my shoes.
dried petals.
it need not be so.
your freshness is within,
always,
never-ending.
your spirit springs
into every soul you know.
your laughter echos
everytime we parted.
those frowns appear
when seriousness kicks in,
worries unnecessary.
just hope the hugs help
ease them away,
iron out the frowns.
don't shed the tear
that is not meant to be.
never will need to be.
adore you,
you being you.
reader k | 10/26/2005 01:28:00 AM |
