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October 30, 2007
Like the refrigerator magnet
He sticks to me though I am cold
He was my last chance
The last chance to have someone to hold
My heart is ready to jump out the door,
And I have no one else to implore
My life is full of hidden meanings
I have yet to find out how they are
Proceeding.
He taught me beauty with his love
Piano lessons with hands
A bowed string he broke for me,
And I gave naught to him.
I force him to wait
Until I am soft and ready
I will remain cold
For Him.