HauntsA Poem by Kris TateNot knowing or understanding Wondering............ Why? What? Did it end? Is it over? I let it die and I see the finial embers cool. Nothing is forever... Love least of all. Its my fault. I let go, but did I want it in the first place? That is the real question that haunts. © 2008 Kris Tate |
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Added on March 23, 2008 Last Updated on April 12, 2008 Author |