Michael Hoang Yean
Shortie - Poem by Michael Hoang Yean
December 15,2009 2: 32pm
illmatic feelings of depression
lies within ones self
to open the doorways into a world of
letting ones self express ways of
thruogh love'n care and affection..
from one self to another..
holding onto every momment..
every good momment in our lives..
letting go of the bad times..
forgiving reckless behavior..
improve'n ones self
in a world of pain and anger..
madness is what drives us crazy..
but friendship is what binds us closely..
to find someone like YOU
is like finding heaven on earth..
like the show we admire..
the show that puts a smile on us..
dragon tales is where our hearts come together..
except this is reality..
what we have isnt a tale.. or a fantasy..
but to lose it..
is like falling into the pits of hell..
but i'm thankfull we've come this far..
because with out you..
my artistic, creative, words of affection and design..
would of just been a blank piece of paper..
emptyness in the eyes of the beholder..
yet a work of art in the eyes of the creator..
i was that piece of paper..
an emptyness inside..
you became my artist..
i've became your work of art..
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