Like a Diamond
By K chan
On my shirt The word "Angel." That is what he calls me. In my heart The word "Angel." Because that is what he calls me. Fragile, My dream. Fragile my trust. It can be shattered. Tears might make it rust. Does he know of my fragility? Yes, for he attempts to soothe me. He has not hidden secrets from me yet. I'm watching; this is what I shalln't forget. Dare I believe his sweet words and let him near? Dare I sing to him my own true melody The one he can join for a harmony? His words go on to win over Is he my four leafed clover? Rare but b'loved and still Play no more games! As you will Name me Myself. Inside him It is illuminated After all the times I thought that it faded. But even with that rich gleam Still I fear for my awakened dream. He’s like a crystal, I imagine, A thing I might shatter Should I touch him Should I believe Should I Trust? Glittering Something true The light remains Yet he is Real In my heart He is like a crystal That is what it seems to me In my eyes He is like a diamond That is what he must beFor someone. -cc- *Blushie* Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 10:05 PM PST 0 • 8
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