1/20/75A Poem by Ronniejamessmith
The two tree's open a door where he forever sleeps
I knelt down and cleared off his face to the world he never knew in the mirror we may have looked the same but in opportunity his was soon to fade is he my ever reminding concoeous keeping me from the gray i often f**k up and step into the wrong with the sunrise he presses play and on goes the sad song I can't handle the Paine of being alive so maybe it should be me in a box on my back looking to the sky. © 2012 Ronniejamessmith |
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Added on October 11, 2012 Last Updated on October 11, 2012 AuthorRonniejamessmithColorado springs, COAboutmore so the mystery than the dissatisfaction more..Writing
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