Who Are You, by jeanimoo Subscribe to rss feed for jeanimoo

He is not who I remember at all
for now he is cold, callus and
not feeling at all, his eye no
longer has that spark and his
face is that of a stranger as if
I never knew him at all.
I sure do miss the person I once
knew, for he was full of life,
compassion as well as looking a
live and feeling really feeling
a warm charming soul indeed.
Can he ever be found? I sure
hope so, for I long to see the
one I knew.

 
Posted: 2005-10-02 03:39:00 UTC

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