A friend, or just someone I know who really fucked it up...
	
not listed in your heart,
but baby, I shure do care
and I'll be there
for you.
So maybe I don't really
know you at all
but hun, that dosent mean
that I cant see the spirrit
that rest beneith your soul
I see the smile in your eyes
I hear the srength in your words
I smell the braveness you overcome
I taste the bitterness from last year
and I feel your softness when we hug
Maybe I dont love you
maybe you're not listed,
in my heart
but you got me on,
cuz I relate to you
in a hundred diffrent ways
I see my reflection in your spirrit,
I see the person I could've been,
If those people, I like to call friends
had not hold on to me as tigth
as they did, back then....
I know for shure
that Icould have fucked up my life
fucked up it all
and maybe not been here today
so I want to hold on to You, and give You what they gave me:
a chanse to live a decent life...
Poetry by ChiLLie
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There for you
I know I'm not special,not listed in your heart,
but baby, I shure do care
and I'll be there
for you.
So maybe I don't really
know you at all
but hun, that dosent mean
that I cant see the spirrit
that rest beneith your soul
I see the smile in your eyes
I hear the srength in your words
I smell the braveness you overcome
I taste the bitterness from last year
and I feel your softness when we hug
Maybe I dont love you
maybe you're not listed,
in my heart
but you got me on,
cuz I relate to you
in a hundred diffrent ways
I see my reflection in your spirrit,
I see the person I could've been,
If those people, I like to call friends
had not hold on to me as tigth
as they did, back then....
I know for shure
that Icould have fucked up my life
fucked up it all
and maybe not been here today
so I want to hold on to You, and give You what they gave me:
a chanse to live a decent life...
Poetry by ChiLLie
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Written on 2006-08-21 at 20:38
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		Cr4Ky | 
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		Zachary P. B. | 
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