| Amy |
| The oi oi's fade into the background and I put down my guitar, as I looked up at the screen to gaze upon the picture of her. I looked, looked again as my breath was taken away, I could not believe that this girl was real, Nor was I ready to believe that I talked to this girl on a regular basis. The room was dark, yet I looked and looked again, The room was lit by that picture, that picture of her, That picture said 5000 words, but none of them could capture her natural beauty. Sat back in my chair waiting to exhale, My breath was taken away. But at least this way I could die a happy man. |
| I began talking to this girl Amy after the belgium trip, didnt know her that well, but when I started to write poetry I sent my first one to her, in a nice gesture, she asked me to write her one, and sent me a picture...I guess this is what I had to say about the picture... It was a good picture...Can you tell? |