happy is a state of mind
and thats what
I find
whenever I'm with him
life flows
in easy blows
of wind
I need him
for his crying shoulder
his understanding eyes
I love his
deep blue eyes
and his way to make
me feel alright
his perfectly hug able
body made epically for me
I fit so perfect
and it makes life feel so real
For some reason
with out him
it just doesn't seem
like I'm really alive
Author notes
6/27/07
A contest entry
- Your happy place. by samantha jean.
800 points, ended July 21, 2007, 27 entries
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