words overkill,feelings shortchanged.

A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged, it is the skin of a living thought and may vary greatly in color and content according to the circumstances and the time in which it is used. - Oliver Wendell Holmes

Monday, January 31, 2005

i write poems.

i write poems for you, for people who touched me somehow.
and maybe you can relate to them, maybe you cannot.
but i write poems only for you, and sometimes for me.
so that when you are gone, i will always remember how you made me feel.
Posted by feefAy at 8:10 PM
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