ronny, by Mary Magdalene
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she looked up to me
said this was my chance
to be happy
he is my hero
will always be the one
that i need
she was covered in tears
that day in the rain
when she sat down and
picked pedals off flowers
wished he was there
to love her
for real
cause he says what he means
but i can't help
but to speak back
into the dark
he is solid
something she could reach
out and touch
not just a memory
of something
she once felt |
Posted: 2008-06-04 21:12:14 UTC |
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