Vincent

by christine   Mar 29, 2007


He's name is Vincent,
he reminds me of the crescent
moon in the black starry sky,
he makes me want to cry.

I like him so much,
but I never get to feel the touch
of his hand close to mine,
but I know I'll be fine.

He thinks I'm only worth a dime,
but I know its going to take time,
for him to see the real me,
Am I in Reality?

I know he doesn't like me,
give me a break! He's just my fantasy,
Love is so unfair,
'coz he just doesn't care.

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