She

by Joshmary Quiles   May 7, 2006


Is it not she who I personally admire?
When every thought of her just set me off to every wire.
I dearly have for her nothing but so much love;
I even looked at her as if she were my own flesh and blood.
My body lays here dead and burning,
Left her unacknowledged and still concerning.
Not leaving a message or remembrance, yet in pain,
Again left her with nothing to gain.
I am ashamed, Look at me crying, putting myself to the blame.
Do not worry its all my fault, yet I am the one she claims!
With dedication, anything can or will be my career,
Even way before she had appeared.
Acknowledge her that the things I do are not at all in her name.
I just need you to know who is the one to blame.
Do you even know what we are in it for, or what it is about?
I need to know, I need to know whether you are in it or out?
All I have ever dreamt of was someone to be a true friend,
And to me with out one, the world could possible end
Where are you, please come find me!
I need you here standing right beside me!
So I ask for an angel and he sends she,
And I send prayers and said Thank you to he.
But something broke out and I delivered the urgent message fast and that is a fact,
That the angel was you, Maggie Lukowiak!

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