November 18, 2006
An attempt at poetry... kinda
I want to talk to you, ask you my questions,
But I dare not intrude.
What has happened to us? We used to be so close.
But now we're galaxies apart.
I know that we have to grow up,
But sometimes I see little girls,
Not secrets kept in the dark.
But I guess that's life and I should just deal,
Turn my cheek and be like steel
scullerymaid at 11:41 a.m.