Mocking BirdA Poem by Stevvy Hopson
He sings to me songs
Sincere to what he feels. Though sometimes He may not be able to keep up His voice is like crystals to me. Reflecting and falling. Must like the days that go by with you, I seem to see myself over and over again Falling for you more and more As you sing to me those songs.
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1 Review Added on December 14, 2013 Last Updated on December 14, 2013 AuthorStevvy HopsonPenacola, FLAboutIt's three in the morning, And I can't think of a thing to write Got multiple ideas, To my writers block only view numbers are my replies Why'd you only write me when your high? Why won't anyon.. more..Writing
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