Most dark and starry nights
I cry myself to sleep,
But since I've met you,
My tears I now can keep.

My days are will with joy,
Knowing what I've come across.
A friendship that is true,
For words, I'm at a loss.

Inspiring me to write again,
With months of silent pain,
Finds this pen bleeding more
leaving words that forever stain.

Holding back and giving in,
Yet trying to stay on track.
Sometimes I wish these feelings
Were something I could give back.

5-31-2007 Nicole L. Duttry
 
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