Friday, March 19, 2010

Bed Bug

As a bedbug would normally bite,

She's the one who holds me tight.

This sweet girl has stolen my heart

You'd never know we are worlds apart.

With the opening of her wings we’ve become close,

And unsure of why I miss her the most.

I wonder how she became my bedbug,

When she’s never been in my bed and never under the rug

Maybe it is her buzzing personality

Or her fluttering thoughts on reality.

Whatever it was it stung me…

Not harshly, but to help me see

That this amazing girl has her way

Of making it through the lines and into my day.

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