Sara, Being A Boy That Cries Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Sara, Being A Boy That Cries

Rating: 2.5


Sara,
when should your hands dropp
from mine,
white and empty
and looking up at the sky
the stars make me
once again seeing, blind.
I being but a boy,
and you taking to long,
the song that you sing
makes me cry.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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