I lose things month by month
Precious little things
Precious little things
Precious little things
That I cannot touch
Ugly as sin
Deceptive as kin
Pretty little things
That I cannot love
Maybe I’ve been
Maybe I’ve been
Ugly as sin
Like graveyard flowers
Maple leaf
To perceive
I must leave
Behind
Precious little things
Precious little things
That I cannot love
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They All Cry For You
PoetryAn ever expanding poetry book. Chock full of sad poetry and love poetry.
