Brittney
In the midst of my heart,I'm starting to feel,
All my old wounds,
Close up and heal.
I'm up late just wondering,
If she's thinking of me,
I wish she was here,
For me to see.
I look at her pictures,
And try not to smile,
I haven't felt like this,
In quite some while.
She's like an angel,
In this rotten place,
A heart of Jesus,
And a beautiful face.
It's happening right now,
I'm thinking of her again,
I bite my tongue hard,
Trying not to grin.
I can't help it,
The smile breaks through,
I continue thinking,
It's all I can do.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2007-11-21 at 00:43
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