someone special but now is not. Like a stuffed animal or a toy robot. Almost ike that dusty picture in your dresser droor. I could see your face out of a crowd of a thousand, but now i cannot. Someone special, I thank you for the flowers that you gave me, But inside the tulip was a bee, and my lip was swollen for a week. Like the hole in my sock is like the hole in my heart. You once filled that hole in my heart. But now it is empty again. Your picture is in my room, still. I look at it everyday, But there is no change. Older and older i get and younger and younger you shall stay in my heart, and also in your pictures. I write poems in dedication to you but this one is no different. The flowers you gave me are still on display in my front room. I miss you so much and missing you i shall stay in my heart forever. At night the stars form your face and in the morning the roses form your eyes. Well this is all i have to say today tomorrow and forever. Another one will be dedicated to my one and only... true someone