Another Poem, this time with feeling(genuine)
July 16th 2007 00:53
In my prime,
I made it rhyme,
In my deathbed? Lime.
My love
You were a dove
Over the cliff? I did shove.
With my shovel I sent
My tears knew no relent
Because I have this condition where my tear ducts don't know when to stop producing tears. It's quite a serious medical issue that requires constant care on my part.
On my part...
You put your part
My hair lost its part
Love, tears: strings?
Pulled?
Share my - things.
Lovey dovey.
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