These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)


i think of snow and there you are -
the frosted image by the window.
but you were really here -
one cheerful shining star that could not stay
but brought warmth just the same.

you were January's Christmas gift.
and now you're off to where
there won't be one in the next few years....

3:01 PM 1/21/2010
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