Life is so much more beautiful
My eyes see so much more,
I want you now
Sometimes it seems to not matter,
So I continue to write,
Tamyka Bell
These days,
And you say so am I.
But all I want is to see
The sun shining upon your smile.
If I'd been told, so long ago,
That you were real,
Would things be different?
But love you always,
And that is more important.
I still have doubts
In myself,
In what I am to do.
To ask you would be to cling...
But what is it that I wish to achieve here?
What do I want to make of this life,
To mould from myself?
For I know the endstate,
But life is too precious a gift
To be shunned or simply
Wasted.
And when the pages are filled
I will write some more,
And my words may please you
As my touch has teased you,
And one day it will all make sense.
22 August, 2004
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