POETRY: Everyday

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Everyday

Everyday
She smiled at him
as he looked blanky back
Everyday she told him
how much he meant
but the shell just wouldn't crack

Everyday
She kissed his face
but in return, an empty space
Everyday
She showed him love
while he was vacant like a glove

Everyday she longed for him
Everyday she cried a little
While everyday he died a little

Everyday she sought his hand
and tried so hard to understand
just what to do and how to mend
Everyday would never end

Everyday is long enough
Everyday is hard
Everyday she prayed for him
Everyday she reached for him
Everyday is long enough

Then everyday something changed
It makes this world a little strange
Everyday was long enough
For he broke through, that shell so tough

Now everyday he reaches out
to find her heart that seems without
Now everyday hes here for her
But something fled that was so sure

And everyday he cries at night
and everyday he sees the light
and everyday he tries his best
to share this warmth inside his chest

Everyday is long enough
and everyday is hard
Everyday he prays for her
Everyday he thinks of her
Everyday is long enough

Everyday he wants her so
to hold her hand
to understand
just what to do and how to mend
Everyday will never end

Everyday long time is spent
to seek wherefore his true love went
Now Everyday he cries a little
While everyday she dies a little

Everyday this pain might end
and make their world begin again
Everyday will never be long enough
For he shall break through that shell so tough
And everyday they soon shall see
that their love was meant to be.

Todd

Comments

  1. AnonymousJuly 31, 2005 at 1:36 PM

    Perhaps you could put up a new blog entry?? I'm tired of reading this one. Maybe you can talk about the pregnant kitty and how we're going to have grandkittens soon.

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