A paper blank await,
Looking paler than white.
For the designs in blue,
with heart stiched and glue.
Holding the broken pieces back,
Knowing just what I lack.
waiting to convince myself,
wanting someone to help.
Millions of words left unheard,
not just today or day before,
But, since seasons ago.
Would one more plea,bring a miracle?
For someone on earth, just another being,
Wishing a boon from above,
when you are so special to me,
Am I not so worth to you?
If I am,Wouldn't have to write this.
If I am not,wouldn't need to write this.
Have not a word more to say,
Except,Goodbye!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
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