The Boy Poem, by . QUEENIE . |
sleepless nights of pain to go though life without knowing what is going on nothing to tell them really because you're scared of their reactions not wanting them to know how you feel about them how you feel with your pain hurting haunting fading. and now you're gone. xoox Ellie J |
Posted: 2005-10-28 18:13:25 UTC |
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2006-08-19 02:11:46 | User |
All about the boy I see... |