Monday, November 03, 2008
MedicBoy's Entry
Dreaming of Her
I had a dream about her,
and woke up with my pillow full of dried tears.
its been a long time since I felt such a connection.
I know I miss her so badly.
I remember the times I came to her crying about almost anything,
and there she was,
here for me for everything.
I remember the happiness I felt,
every single day,
cause I know,
I'm coming home to her every night.
I remember the pain she mended from my broken days,
and she gave her warmth against the coldest nights I had to bear.
Shes the one person I ever looked up to.
the one person I cared for so very much.
the one person I ever loved so dearly.
I never thought...
it would be gone today...
my smile never came since she left me.
cause only her,
that she knew how to make me smile.
my one and only, best friend, that I ever had.
2002-2008
- MedicBoyAmi
(Wednesday, 29 October 2008)
Neither you were born as poet nor a writer.
Repetitively reminded me to read the entry you've posted on your blog days ago. I did, as you've instructed.
Boy, you sure do miss that little precious of yours. Though this poem may be another similar to anyone's out there, I'm sure it does carries over a thousand of meanings with fluffy little heart strings stapled to it.
Cheer up, my friend (:
MuchLove ♥
I had a dream about her,
and woke up with my pillow full of dried tears.
its been a long time since I felt such a connection.
I know I miss her so badly.
I remember the times I came to her crying about almost anything,
and there she was,
here for me for everything.
I remember the happiness I felt,
every single day,
cause I know,
I'm coming home to her every night.
I remember the pain she mended from my broken days,
and she gave her warmth against the coldest nights I had to bear.
Shes the one person I ever looked up to.
the one person I cared for so very much.
the one person I ever loved so dearly.
I never thought...
it would be gone today...
my smile never came since she left me.
cause only her,
that she knew how to make me smile.
my one and only, best friend, that I ever had.
2002-2008
- MedicBoyAmi
(Wednesday, 29 October 2008)
Neither you were born as poet nor a writer.
Repetitively reminded me to read the entry you've posted on your blog days ago. I did, as you've instructed.
Boy, you sure do miss that little precious of yours. Though this poem may be another similar to anyone's out there, I'm sure it does carries over a thousand of meanings with fluffy little heart strings stapled to it.
Cheer up, my friend (:
MuchLove ♥
Signing off @ 8:14:00 am |
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