A LetterA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittFrozen.
You want to keep me frozen. No words from frigid lips Your secrets kept.
But no.
I am warm the chill in you for naught There is no desire in me to play ghost hidden.
No, one better.
Good bye my friend your now and future title you have earned such a fate as well as my departure.
I am finished. © 2010 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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Added on June 15, 2010 Last Updated on June 15, 2010 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutAll bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. -Oscar Wilde A great deal of the work on this site is republished from my defunct site. I hope you enjoy reading my work, I really enjoy writing .. more..Writing
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