Wednesday, August 27, 2008

memoirs of Missy

Her heart shudders at the thought of it,
Although she would love to give in,
The piece of the puzzle she tried to fit,
But all she could do was force a grin;

She saw it in the light no one could,
Force herself she never would,
Tried too hard but afraid to fall,
All she could was to try and crawl;

The stormy feelings would be braved,
To taste the sweetness she has craved,
Her fragile heart that would be saved,
A heavenly stairway will certainly be paved.

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