A Saint Among Us
By birksy
While I wait, the knots start to form, it’s been a while, though in truth, not long. She’s a strong lass, a real saint in-between us all, she gives me the time I need. And when the space is in front, she’s sat behind the rocks, holding fast holding strong. Friendships, not really good at those, but I like to try, let me be a friend. Then she’s back, my friend from afar, she’s a girl who’d open all our eyes. Written January 17th, 2002 © on Jan 17 2002 12:45 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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"While I wait, the knots..."