"marc"

he means everything to me. He may not be perfect, but he's sweet and kind. When the world is closing in, he set's me free. You can search the whole world over, But he cant be found. When i fall, it's him that picks me up off the ground. You can put up flyers, Alert the news, but you still wont find. For this guy only exists in my mind. His chocolate brown eyes, His devious smile. His spiky blond hiar, his irish accent are all wroth walking that extra mile. We go to the movies, we go to the park, we go to the beach, when it gets dark. He holds me in his arms, and wispers sweet things. But when the writing stops, I sit and think, of all the happyness a pen, paper, and immagination brings.

Aug, 10,01