The Best DayA Poem by Channa
The wind blows furiously
Leaves going everywhere His hand touches mine And I wonder why He chose me, I'm all wrong His hand is so warm Just like he left the sun It is like the first time we met He was standing in the warmth Sun shining; wind blowing I just remember He chose me, I'm all wrong We have big plans In a few days at a park We're getting married He says he;s going to Make it the best day, The best day of my life He needs to understand that Everyday is the best day with him I just don't understand why; He chose me, I'm all wrong © 2010 Channa |
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Added on May 22, 2010 Last Updated on May 22, 2010 Author |