Quarter Poem by Chaarzarul Rockett

Quarter



My love does not know me,
nor does she care.
My dreams, once spoken,
disappear into thin air.

I've toiled in her presence,
and given all I dare,
but for her to give quarter
is none she can spare.

Thursday, June 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Chaarzarul Rockett

Chaarzarul Rockett

Baton Rouge, Louisiana
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