Conúil Duffy Poems
|2.||On My Own||11/11/2005|
|4.||Dead Boy's Poem||11/11/2005|
|5.||I Know You'Re Probably Hurting||11/11/2005|
|7.||Every Little Fear||11/11/2005|
|9.||My Favorite Bird||1/16/2006|
|10.||The Old Oak Tree||1/16/2006|
|11.||I Fear I Am Dying||1/16/2006|
|12.||It'Ll Happen Again||1/16/2006|
|13.||I Love You, But||1/16/2006|
|14.||Things That Are Profound||4/13/2006|
|15.||A Beautiful Song||1/16/2006|
|16.||To Dream A Dream||11/11/2005|
|18.||You And Me||11/11/2005|
Comments about Conúil Duffy
You And Me
She's sitting right there,
What've you got to loose?
Do you want a kiss or not?
So you lean forward:
'Can I kiss you? '
What was so hard about that?
You knew she wanted to.
As gentle as a butterfly,
as perfect as can be;
The kiss that was shared
between you and me.
You, You and You. How the gift is given.
Most of them hate it at first (such damned fools) .
Some of them cry to stop, and damn themselves.
They don't know what they're throwing away,
but its gone. They can never have it back.
The chosen mix in with society.
They look, think and act like normal people.
Most people don't see them for what they are;