Image, come and find me dear
Looking for a piece of you
I see your face in every cake
You're flying through the room
-Everyday in Everyway-
Making cloudy laddersteps
And decorating fountains of starlight
The moon as my little outdoor lamp
The sun as a playful pet
-This is the perfect memory-
But if this is in me
And all the fairybutterflies
Little angelic dragonflies
Are victims of my innocent mind
Why can't I picture you
Right by my side..?
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| Butterfly: | Donderdag, december 23, 2004 22:46 |
| It's just how I feel now.. But the 'you' in your poem is my 'it' or just a happening.. and it don't feel well.. But anyway.. I love your poëtrie.. Love, Butterfly |
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| Auteur: Mysticelfje |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: -Suus- | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 23 december 2004 | ||
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