written on: May 18, 2006

there’s dreams,
and then there’s reality.
we tend to want the dreams more,
when reality is going all wrong.

everything is changing
for the better and for the worse.
no shoulder to lean on
or to cry on.
what has happened?

why is there no quiet time?
punching and yelling…
seem no help whatsoever.

but you came,
you helped me out of the gutter
and made me feel normal;
partially happy.

this kind of frienship will
never break.
there will never be a dull moment.
we’ll grow old and
remember those good ol` days.

this is what i’ve been waiting for.
my eyes are not blurry,
my heart will never be broken.


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