GoneA Poem by Bob SherunkleLoss
Gone.
Now she's gone. She's on me,she's off me. Beck and call. Soft to the touch,loud like a horn. Eyes that glaze and show no emotion,that almost smile when I cry. You bring me down. You end me. Go. Gone.
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Added on November 21, 2013Last Updated on November 21, 2013 AuthorBob SherunkleUnited KingdomAboutSerial drunkard,despiser of politics and b******s.All round good guy...and yes,that picture is a very bad one of me....Possibly. more..Writing
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