� Tied � 2002-12-06 � 6:22 p.m. �
There is always means to an end... or ends to a mean...
There will always be laughter from my lips and a smile on my face.
There will always be the warm wind... irises at the end of May...
There will always be arms to hold me... and a body to keep me warm. I will always have someone to love me more than I could ever love myself....
My everyday and my end of day are separate parts of me. My soul falls to pieces with each heart beat... and my saddness seeps through the wounds within...
I have to deal... somehow... and in rhyme I can tie it all in a bow.
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