Monday, March 9, 2009
Hush, my dear.
Even though I'm not around,
because I'll be back soon.
Hush, my dear.
Even though I'm not with you,
because I'll hug you soon.
We'll hug each other,
we'll play the piano,
we'll run under the bright, lit sky,
we'll take a nap, by the sleepy breeze.
Soon enough,
because I miss you dearly, too.
8:23 PM; `dead.Y