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April 26, 2005

To the Lynne I wish I knew

Once I wrote a poem for you
But now it's gone
And so is a piece of me
You may not know who I am
But I do, and I know you
You can call me the overseer
The one who waits and listens
While I call you the lonely
Though surrounded by sorrow
Don't spread your thoughts
You may smother someone
And they could die like that
Just as you are, dying inside
It's only what's in you
That wants to come out that hurts
But blood-letting won't help
It'll only hurt more
The scars on your soul don't heal
You can't really be so mean
To rob the world of someone as nice as yourself
People say you're beautiful
Ever wonder if they mean the inside or the outside?
They don't know the inside like I do
So they compliment the lesser part
Oh, if they only knew
Sensitive and caring
Living in a cloud of ignorance of yourself
You can rise above the cloud
When the fog gets too thick
Light up your day and troubles disappear
The only difference is
You can return...

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 11:03 PM