Abigail - Poem by Freewill Amon
I like the way she walks
And the way she talks
And how I like to say her sweet name:
I told my friend that I like her style,
And I personally love to see her smile,
But it was sad to hear him say:
'Go to hell! '
It may had been too easy to have told folks
That I had been too busy I couldn't get close
But now, I finally have myself to blame
What a shame!
Being near while still far away
And having fear while being brave
I stand on the alter to utter:
I like her..
Being lonely and feeling so lost
Singing melodies and smiling at all cost
I can hear an angel whisper:
Look for her..
Like a nightingale which sings sweet songs
Like a repentant heart correcting his wrongs
I think someone just need to hear me say her name:
- Miss ya.
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