I wrote today, which I believe is April 10,2002…my brother is in the
hospital. I wrote this cause hospitals always make me feel depressed and
I'm constantly thinking about hobbits. Hope you like it ^_^
As I sit here
All on my own
I worry about my friend,
My Merry.
His hands are cold,
His face pale,
He doesn't smile,
Doesn't see me.
I look at him,
He's blurry through my tears.
With out him I feel so small
Like a child among these big men.
Aragorn finally came,
I leave the room.
So he doesn't see my grief,
I can't let him see my tears.
After a moment I go back in.
I don't bother to hide it anymore.
That fact that I'm crying,
And feeling lost and forsaken.
I don't want to lose him,
He's my best friend,
And I love him,
I want him to always be here with me.
Some time has passed,
They say he's alright.
That he's only sleeping,
So I stay here beside him.
I stay here and watch
As his chest rises more.
He opens his eyes
And smiles at me, knowing how I've felt.
As I sit here
All on my own
I worry about my friend,
My Merry.
His hands are cold,
His face pale,
He doesn't smile,
Doesn't see me.
I look at him,
He's blurry through my tears.
With out him I feel so small
Like a child among these big men.
Aragorn finally came,
I leave the room.
So he doesn't see my grief,
I can't let him see my tears.
After a moment I go back in.
I don't bother to hide it anymore.
That fact that I'm crying,
And feeling lost and forsaken.
I don't want to lose him,
He's my best friend,
And I love him,
I want him to always be here with me.
Some time has passed,
They say he's alright.
That he's only sleeping,
So I stay here beside him.
I stay here and watch
As his chest rises more.
He opens his eyes
And smiles at me, knowing how I've felt.
