Empty PresentsA Poem by kenny
Every single gift this christmas,
down to the bottom of the list, might as well be empty. Because they don't matter to me. All I care about is a pretty woman, one who's heart I longed to win. I spent all I had on a humble gift, my heart and soul for you to uplift. Instead I am left now with nothing, simply left to stay forever wishing. © 2010 kenny |
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Added on December 8, 2010 Last Updated on December 8, 2010 AuthorkennyAboutI mostly write sad poems, tongue in cheek poems, and poems about rocks :) more..Writing
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