Monday, April 20, 2009

when I was a younger writer.

I had breakfast with my maman Sunday morning. She's an angel. I swear.
Abide by the rules
she would always say
She never lived
it seemed
to enjoy the day 
But I do feel inside of me
A fault, a guilt
A crippled tree
For she never wronged 
And she always cared
With a heart full of love
Beyond any compare
And though I truly
Loved her too
I never abided
By the rules

She's my best friend. I love her. She's cute. She's beautiful. She's wise. She's my idol. I aspire to have a heart as big as hers. She is so amazing and her love is so powerful. She moves people. She changes the world.

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