Ja Ne, May.Don't do it.Scattered, while it seems to be real,you know it to be as it is--heart rendering,an inevitable torment,a love unsound,unsatisfactory,unloved.Do you feel, or do you weep?For weeping is a tragedy,a love unsound,foreseen by the sadness.You grieve don't you?Don't we?
TruthYou listen to me ramble, my sorrows away,Whether late at night or in the bright light of day,Thank you so much for all that you do,I dont think Id have made it this far without you.Youre my closest friend and you deserve more than I give,Cause sometimes when Im at the bottom, youve given me will to live,And the gifts you have given me are worth so much more,Than any tangible thing you could ever ask for,So thankful am I that youre willing to care,And that when Im deep in the hole your always there,I thank you again, you do more than you know,Because sometimes you give, and I don&
Moll's Christmas SonnetFor one I hold so dear, I dont thank you often enough,Youre my best friend and you make me smile even when times are tough,I find joy in your company and your friendship,And your company is most appreciated during hardship.However I need to recognize it more often than I do,You do more than you can imagine, and its true,The extent of your aid is as unfathomable as it is boundlessAnd with the way I act its also quite groundless,Through all you do, I find reason to go on,To look up to the horizon for the new dawn,Thank you so much, I wish I said it more,To many times do I your gifts I ignore,Thank