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April 26, 2005

One for my friend, DC

I'm happy again
Knowing that I'm someone
Who's not overlooked
In the haste of this "hurry-up" world.
"We" is the feeling of knowing another,
Going places where you're not alone.
It's the happiness of comfort
And being yourself
But mostly for being accepted as is
Without any pretentious airs
That really aren't a part of me like you are.
You're a very special part
Of my complicated world
Governed by the rules of emotion.
You understand me and I like that
Because most people don't stop to realize
That life isn't as clear-cut and well-defined
As they seem to think.
But you're so much different
Than most that I've met
I'm so glad that I have someone
To write poems about,
And to talk to awhile.
You make me very happy
Just being...
...yourself.

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 08:59 PM