Posted Nov 2 2016 by W.S. Dante in Verse with 0 Comments
I’m far away,
Even when I’m here.
I’m always here
Always for you, my dear.
I try to love,
Even when I’m not.
But, sometimes… feel forgot.
Tags: love, poetry, verse Categories: Verse
Methink We Protest…
Because They Hate Our Freedom and Democracy.
Shoot Me Up
Well, THAT happened…
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