Wednesday, August 25, 2010

The Child

The platonic best friend
he calls he texts
he enscribes his
life in my head

For me he is wrong
I've known all along
he's meant for
another woman to hold

But that won't stop
my eyes or they
tears they will cry
when they walk
down the aisle

The child in me cries
for the child in you
and I pray for
your happiness.

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