User:MsCenia

A Deonisa Rance poem

she confides tears, you won't see it

she wants to get you thinking over her

you tell her, you've been..

you never know how alone she is

she thanks you.. that much

you pondered on it.., for just a minute

you now think over it

but not really, that is just her dream

..an all time dream

but given the time and her wish,

how could you respond?

and will you ever respond?

little believer, she thanks you

you see little

you hear little. You speak little

it kept her going.

making her feel much better

soon when she is at her best

she's only gonna hear you saying

You are welcome and loved........