Without words, where would I be? Writing is my everything.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Him

This one, like almost all the others, is about Nathan. I think I wrote it because he had been especially great...written: grade 10, age 16


So many feelings
Come up from deep inside
Everytime
I hear his voice
See his face
He's my life
My dreams
Everything that was missing
In my life
He's everything to me
I could not live without him
In my life
Every smile that graces his lips
Makes my heart
Skip a beat
All the things he says
Brightens my day
I need him
I swear I do
He's my life
My dreams
Everything that was missing
In my life

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Art may be dead, but I'm still an artist.

Art may be dead, but I'm still an artist.