I wrote some really god awful poetry when I was in high school. at this moment I am posting it right here, I may venture this into its very own page...
I've held my heart in side my hand about a million times
looking, examining, questioning
always asking why...
Why it took my friend, and not the guy next door
wrapped its self around our world,
making us the core
around it spins with no control
and now one holding on
just specks of dust in the wind
taking us beyond,
beyond the way you feel for me,
and what we feel inside
just your friend and nothing more
leaves my heart to die.
this poem actually wen along with a painting that I no longer have the original of, but heres a print of it.
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