2004-01-22|11:37 a.m.
A really good friend of mine wrote this poem for me months ago:
There�s a girl who never sleeps at night
She�s still like a picture in a frame,
And for hours in her shrinking bed
She counts the letters in her name
Each time there is the same amount
But though the number�s strong and even
She says it can�t stand on its own.
And so she will not leave him.
She always wakes to a brighter world
And rides the waves of busy days
But when night hugs her tired frame
The sun�s warmth dies with its rays.
The same thoughts run through her mind each night
The same doubts tear her apart
Each day the same boy shares her life
And each day he breaks her heart