Susie is laughter.
Susie is love.
Susie is always deep within.
Susie can't be pushed down by anything.
All of us want to be that girl.
Strong. Happy. Resilient.
When Susie plays her beloved piano,
she fades like a morning mist.
When she touches the keys, she touches the happiness that is intangible to many.
She is a master at her craft.
Her head is filled with an invisible magic, but it isn't invisible to her.
All she feels is the feeling that we all want - love...
We all want it.
Love...
We want it, but we find it hard to grasp.
So, you stand against the other side of the glass, staring at Susie and her happy heart.
" Love for Susie, but not for me."
You say with a tear.
Love...
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This poem is for cooldude1984 . Hope you like it! ☺️❤️😘
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