A melancholy tune, a wistful thing
I miss him again, with every breath
My longing soul, in sorrow's death
The sun sets low, the day is done
Leaving me alone, with only one
Thought of him, my heart's delight
I miss him again, with every sigh
About the Creator
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)6 days ago in Fiction
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Great shout Sharp. Go ahead!