Written December 1999
Looking through the window
Imagining you were near
Wishing, upon a star
Right now you were here..
Thinking about all the nice things
And with all of the love you give
I can pursue and reach my dreams
To have a nice life to live.
So although you're not here
You are well remembered
And though this Christmas we're apart
In my heart we're still together..
YOU ARE READING
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.
