I hope

Please, can’t you just take my hand one last time
And flirt with memories of lovers prime
Desolate heart I long to abandon
Regret, my first and only companion

Yet as I lie upon this feathered nest
I drift away to pastures new… I hope

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ABOUT THE POET ~
Just some social trash spouting out vague nonsense which somewhat adheres to poetry in structure and content.


Last updated December 03, 2015