Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Poem 1

Whenever life seems to
drift you away from me,
I can't help but to cry.
You've grown to be
such a part of me
that without you, life is
no more than
a desperate sigh.

They say love comes
and goes, and to
that I disagree.
So here's my hand,
take it and don't let
go of me.

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