Saturday, February 10, 2007
Current mood: blank
She is nice
She is sweet
She is an artist of life
She roams the world
She roams life
She giggles
She cries
She thinks
She wants
She needs
She gives and recieves
She is only but me
Me of who I am
Often misunderstood
Often lied too
Abonded over over
Left in the darkness
I want it
It that is see
I am only but me
I am just Rhi Rhi
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