Saturday, February 28, 2009

He Lost the Purple Flower I Never Bought

I stand for you; I hold your hand.
I do everything for you with no demands.
These words that flow are not to be discrete.
I want you to understand what you mean to me.

Today, we remain five worlds apart.
The relationship we shared seems to have fallen apart.
But I cannot deny that I miss you day by day
Even though our warm smiles and laughter are now five years away.

I dream a dream; it never ends.
That dream, I know, is for you, my friend.
How to end it, I do not know.
But I know it's time to tell you how it goes.

I ask for you to please not cry;
Your problems and mine are something I put aside
just to tell you that things will be alright.
I drop in on you from time to time to remind you
to hold your head high.

You once were my clover, as I was yours.
Deep down inside, our inseperable-ness will remain as obscure
as the day we first met is recorded in my mind.

It seems that life is senseless and
we both know it's inevitable.
So that is why I will tell you to
hold your mind and heart high.

Time will heal your wounds as
it heals everyone else's.
And the good Lord above will shower you
with all of his love.

I still hold you when you cry.
And I will always love you; don't ask why.
My hand remains outstretched toward you and always
remember to open the doors that contain only your name.

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