Written about a friend....


M.A.G.

Why can't I see you as you see me?
Why must I put myself through this misery?
When I think of you, sweet, caring, and kind,
Are all words that form in my mind.

I think of you as untainted.
I know this is an illusion I have painted.
I don't want to lose this hope,
Without it I don't know if I could cope.

Of all the daily masks I wear,
For when people stop to stare,
I look to you as a true friend.
Someone with whom I never pretend.



Poetry by SomThinWikid
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Written on 2006-06-05 at 20:17

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Zoya Zaidi
"I think of you as untainted.
I know this is an illusion I have painted."

Yes, we do see people , as we want to see them.
That is why they say, love is blind!

**hugs**
Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-06-06