Usagi

Hiding behind words from all truth bleed
Reaping what was once one seed
Throwing out questions of which stop need;
answers to follow, tis yours that lead,

me from wrong, but steer my fear
Developed from exactly what you are, my dear
Blessings are rare and usually unclear,
until you're driven under and then they suddenly...

appearing to hide behind all that I have stated,
and hoping your friendship shan't be abated
Though I know not how such perfection was created,
I do know that such a realization is far belated

Sometimes I get selfish and wish you were double,
but asking for a miracle is just asking for trouble
Who would have ever known you could sweep away the rubble,
and bring me out of my protective bubble?

10/23/04
ŠHannahlore Starr
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