Except We Care... Poem by Saint Cynosure

Except We Care...



To many tears,

Two score by years.

To many a murder,

To heart.



And still it seems,

your face unseen.

The death I fear?



Believed.



Insanity,

inside,

insane...



There is not one thing we share
except we care.

Monday, April 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love hurts
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