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my fairyland



you smile.

sunshine in my heart.


or so i remember.



you laugh.

music to my ears.


or so i remember.


your face.

give me comfort and support.


or so i remember.


your words.

wisemen of ages can never compare.


or so i remember.



i saw.


you smile.

sunshine beyond my heart.



i saw.


you laugh.

music to my deaf ears.



i saw.


your face.

comfort and support for what i know not.



i heard.


your words.

wisemen of ages may not bear.



i felt.





--were we ever like that?


or had nostalgia sculpted a fairyland of my past?


i fear.


as i floated.

away.


im lost; scared; my source of solace seems like something i made up to comfort myself. or did i not? i dont know. what im working for; towards.
y does it feel like im living on a different frequency altogether? y had i gone w/ nostalgia bt returned w/ negativity? y?
no more.
please.
lols....this was done quite some time ago.... rilli long ago.... date was 8/31/2006 on da diary... haha 1 of da saved drafts....erm... well... quite forgot wat this was about rilli.... haha...dun bother to ask... lol..i cant remember either =D pms la i tk....=D haha dun worry....im nt in pms moody mood now .... =D lol....i'dquite liked da poem!!!! =D so yar....i decided to share it. for awhile....will take it off in awhile too....=D wahaha doesnt fit da general mood of my (non-existent omost ) blog...:D so ya. THR! autographs later! :D

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