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The bad times
written by Cut_Wrist_Risk07:52 AM 1/6/05Ask for my hand, and I'll give you my heart.
Need time to talk? Then we'll never part.
I am here for you, as you are here for me.
I'll be the very best friend that I can be.
To pull you through this mess, and show you how to make it.
Guiding you through god's obsticles, I know you can take it.
Your stronger than you think, and more sensitive then you know.
You're one of the only people, that I'll never let go.
My hand will never slip away, even over all these bumps.
Cause you're always here when I need you, when im feeling down in the dumps.
And I know the day I'll see you, and look into your eyes.
That everything will change, and we'll forget all the bad times. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Dillon, fate is out there. It needs you to meet it half way.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by swee (1-6-2005 - 08:02 AM)
| that was one ofthe best poems iv read in a long time. |
by (anonymous) (1-18-2005 - 04:03 AM)
| Hey, cassie good poem...good poem buddy |
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