Written August 15, 2006
I want to be the sweet cologne that he wears
The toilet tissue that he tears
The first sight he sees upon awakening
The sunset he admires at daybreak and
The couch that he lounges in
His one and only best friend
His tears on his face when he cries
The thoughts in his mind when he lies
The words he says out of generosity
I want to be his draws
Just out of pure curiosity
His shirts that hang real low
His breath when he blows
The hair on his chest close to his heart
To guarantee we'll never be apart.
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Survivor's Remorse
PoetrySurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
