By beth thomas   KID_ROCK2099@YAHOO.COM
Date: 14 November 2000

Him




             I have that image once again.
             I see his eyes, blue as the sky.
                 His hair is like a Dark
             Rainy Day, The sounds of Dolphins
                Crying beats at my brain like
               a hammer hitting a nail. Birds
                are singing as I hold him in
               my arms, tighter,and tighter.
                Our hearts are beating like
                    a marching band
               slowly Dying out. I can smell
                his sweet cologne as I bury
               my face into his chest,Deeper
                and Deeper I so the tangy,
                 salt water splashes up at
                 us as the waves crash into
                  our bodies. The smell of
                his shampoo has been washed
              away by the waves. Washed away
                 is how I feel as the image
                             Dies
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