Poet's Page II
this day,it seemed to me I got back a different view
I can't quite describe the feeling, that made me kind of blue.........
Maybe it was that person, that was missing a love so true
And perhaps, all along you knew, that this missing love was you....
I can never say I love you ,To the face that stares at me
Only to a familiar face, who looks, but never sees
I wish that I could cast BlueRose aside,
Because behind her, is where I hide
A pretty girl, a pretty smile, A heart that's opened wide
These things are all inside of me,some say,on the outside too,
But, looking in this mirror now, I know what I must do..
It may not be what's written exactly as in the plan...
A small change in here, a change in there, I wish I had your hand
In the world, outside of this place, I look into my
mirror, and sometimes see a smile,
And also can feel an invisible tear, as long as any mile
I wish I really knew, this image that stares at me,
And what it is , that's inside, of BlueRose, for the world to see...
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