Why...A Poem by Richard MorimannoStanding here In this empty room Breathing in the air still staind With your sweet perfume Wondering why I didn't chase after you
Now your far away from home You left me all alone
Just standing here..
In this empty room..
© 2012 Richard MorimannoAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRichard MorimannoWaterloo, INAbouti really enjoy words. the way they roll off my tounge and how they paint a picture in my mind.. i also enjoy using those words to write peoms and short stories, i wouldn't call myself a poet or a writ.. more..Writing
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