Albot George

Dancing - Poem by Albot George

SEVEN; letters, on the seventh,
No matter how much TIME passer
The memories of memoires keep flooding back
And all it takes is a program and a seven from Len
I know it must have been difficult for you
This weekend, and no matter what is to become of us
It would be nice to talk to you

The trouble is it doesn't look like anything
Can wash away what we have been through
But why IT' does still feels so new,
I can't remember when I kiss you last
It feels so much in the past;
But I can feel the time; I kiss you at the door
And see that as clear as anything
7 TIME 2 = (forever I luv you)
I miss you = seven from me
Night night babe

Topic(s) of this poem: art

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 7, 2014

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