Mrs. Cynosure (May 17 1987 / Junction City Oregon)

I am such a silly girl,
Thinking that he may not care,
Or found another.

He had gotten hurt,
Was the worst of my worries.
One bite from rabies’ infected dog,
Could land the great Saint in the ER or worse...

For that to be the man,
That can make my heart race,
Or clam it down.
It was pumping only by the meer thought of him.

The pacing in my mind wouldn’t stop,
Back and forth it goes not making since.
My scattered mind was trying to answer,
What… Why… How…
More I thought about it,
The more twisted my thoughts become.

I thought it was going to be through,
I was going to talk to him once more.
Then I had a seizure.
Because I was so stress out and,
Worried over him.

All in all I am glad we are talking again and,
Never want to go that long,
Without talking to him ever again.

Because I Don’t Hate Him and,
I will Always Not Hate Him! ! ! ! !