Tuesday, August 24, 2010


Though insipid and invasive
You could also be persuasive
You taught me how to appreciate
The joys of loving not to hate
Your moods were not reflective
Never thoughtful no perspective
But your talk of life was thrilling
As secrets you were spilling
I hastened always to your side
Though my true feelings I did hide
My respect was never forthcoming
Because your banality could be numbing
Twas your easy charm won my heart
And affection was your art
Yes you were absent originality
But you were always special to me
Perhaps I’ll miss you after all
Your mind is tiny but your heart quite tall

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