This Poem was Submitted By: Tiffany Elizabeth Criss On Date: 2001-02-21 22:01:51 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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We Are

A field of dreams, that's what we are. Carefully planted seeds, now ready for love's harvest. Oh and what a harvest it will be! To soar upon the wings of comfort that society deams true love A burnt potatoe chip That's what I am  Burnt by the whole world But you appreciate that A beauty in my own way Only those like me can see What makes me different  Is something the world may need The calm in my storm, that's what you are Mellow and uncaring as you may seem I alone see through that Past your "Whatevers" and into your deep And I fell for that Because you let me.

Copyright © February 2001 Tiffany Elizabeth Criss


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