| My Yearbook |
You're in my yearbook I've known your face I know your name I see them always, needn't look I imagine your kisss' taste I know dry air's not the same In my yearbook you're black and white You soul's shown through in our talks And I know the "real" you You're a gray a true delight You're not dull, but full of shocks I hate this papery version of you My yearbook gives you no justice No picture can show What's in my dreams or even my eyes The picture has no substance I want to see everyday, eventhough You say no, after all me tries This poem is dedicated to my friend who refuses to let me love her. E-mail me with comments (Good or bad) Please
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