"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day."

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Kayla


I miss my angel,

so pure and full of heart.

I miss myself before this,

before life was so apart.

I miss the times we shared,

so hard to recollect.

I miss my soul before this,

before all of this neglect.

I miss the newness,

so full of beauty and hope.

I miss the path I was on,

before I learned how to cope.

I miss the sounds of laughter,

so warming and so true.

I miss the sunshine of my life,

all wrapped up inside you.






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