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| Written On The Pages ::#::#::#:: Every day for me,Passes the same. I listen to my heart beat, Saying nothing but your name. I wonder if you can read me Like a book or a magazine. If you could it would be pure romance, The pages would glitter and gleam. They would tell you of my most inner thoughts, The way I feel about you... They would give you in-site on me, And all the things I wish to share with you. Written on those pages, Would be nothing but truth and fact. They would give you every detail, On ways I wish I could act. They'd explain how I wish the best for you, On the outside, and within They'd explain my hopes and wishes, All that cannot yot begin. Soon the pages would end, And the hard paper backing would close. Now leaving you with nothing but those thoughts, It's up to you what the future will hold. But please take good care of yourself, When I cannot be with you. Know whatever pain you cause to yourself, Most definitely hurts me too. Penned By: Lea Zalopany California (c) copyright, 2002 (all rights reserved) |
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