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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #995457
A little something I tried to write.
Master of words

Once upon a time you wrote

a "roses are red" for me.

You told me how you loved me so,

forever we would be.

Why is it when the mornings come

my heart's so full of glee?

Yet, when the sun sets day by day

there's no one here but me.

Here I sit all alone with my thoughts..

A master of words, I think not.

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