  Meagan is one of my best friends.  she's great.  she calls me hayes,  i call her hose.  we just go together. hayes and hose.
 that's the way it's been for like the past year.  and hopefully for many years to come.  i wrote this for her,  or about her rather.  the tiny hands wringing out of confusion,  guilt,
 frustration the smooth eyelids fluttering out of contempt,  anger,  hatred the weak muscles contracting out of mistrust,  disbelief,  shock the loving heart breaking out of longing,  desire,
 love my eyes watch as& nbsp; i try to dry the tears all i can do whisper " i love you and everything will be all right"  but my voice cracks with the uncertainty that is certain * dedicated to Meagan~
04/ 14/ 04*
