Tuesday, June 13, 2006
T to the K
by Greg at 2:29 PM
The Keeper of My Heart
You held all my pencils, colored and number two.
My ruler even had holes made just for you.
The sound of your velcro echos in my memory...
A day more innocent... more free...
Free like the loose leaf you saved from slushy boots on the floor of the bus.
My three-ringed friend, nothing will ever come between us.
