Saturday, July 12, 2008

Abi

She shines like the sun
Though she looks away
And it hurts
Oh it hurts
Like the birth of the day
The birds will sing
They'll shout in pain
She's beautiful and comatose
And starting to wake.

3 comments:

post-it said...

i am sure she will be thankful to have this written for her

Scratch said...

Shines like the sun?

Rain said...
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