There's a guy talking to me on-screen His words are the waves splashing the rocks They gently caress my soul that has been Reprimanded by my fate as it knocks I've realized he's not talking to me I'm only reading the words he had said Though I'm not listening, I can hear his voice clearly Telling butterfly stories as I go to bed But the conversation goes on and on I noticed he has a shadow on his back He's needing someone to rely on And lean on when he's going to crack There's an unusual love we are living We give and take and see the light Cause he's in my secret prayer in the morning And I'm in his innocent dream in the night
Reason for writing:
this poem is for my friend who's far but i can feel he's just near; "There's an unsual world we are living."
Birth sign: Leo
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