#45 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54 Numbers’) Poem by Peter S. Quinn
#45 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54 Numbers’)
Never knew we'd be apart,
We had both the best of start;
Then you double crossed my heart,
When you went away.
Cloudy skies and lightless nights,
Broken wings without their flights;
Loveless moods and endless fights,
All my day is grey.
Endless space and blackout holes,
People drifting without roles;
Biggest mountain smallest moles,
What ever I'd say.
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