Written November 1999
How I know him so well
He can never tell
For I know him by heart;
Every word he says
His own special ways
I really know by heart.
His smile and his laugh
I never can get enough
I borrowed secretly to my heart;
The happy look in his eyes
Even the tears that he cries
Are embedded in my heart.
How will I ever show
'Cause in his world I know
I'll never be a part?
How will I make him feel
What I feel inside me is real
For he's got a hold of my heart?
Will he come if I call?
Will he be there when I fall?
Shall he leave me in the dark?
If he shall, then let me suffer
I accept he'll never be my lover
And embrace death to my heart!
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PARTS OF MYSELF
PoetryPoems written long ago, When internet was still boring, When the TV was broken, When I was still a virgin-- on the ways of the world mentally; physically; And words were my only friends.
