The Last Supper Poem by Tanja Bulovic
The Last Supper
Remember our last supper
When you cooked for me
My favourite book
Cooked slowly
My favourite picture
On the side
My favourite song
In a tall glass
And you could not understand
Why I was crying
When you did what I wanted
When I asked you
To feed my heart
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4/26/2024 3:55:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It's a beautiful poem, , sometimes we are crying for love and we are not fed by love everytime..