Christian Connor Schwantes


Bottle Caps - Poem by Christian Connor Schwantes

Remember when it was simple
When everything only meant a little
I didn’t drink a lot
We never screamed and fought
I barely remember those times
Back in two thousand and five
Innocent to a fault
You were the pepper and I was the salt
But then in two thousand and five
I found what it took to survive

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 30, 2012



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