#49 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54 Numbers’) Poem by Peter S. Quinn
#49 (From, ‘what's Really Happening - In 54 Numbers’)
Forgotten and broken chains,
Memories are lost in space;
Hollowness and prickly pains,
My heart is full of maze.
You are just the one for me,
It's all I ever wanted;
Like a sting from bumblebee,
My love is haunted.
Every sun-beam that comes up,
My feelings start to explode;
Drinking grief from coffee cup,
Take away this load.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
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