When Love Becomes A Stranger Poem by david gerardino
When Love Becomes A Stranger
WHEN the flies hang their
hats, this love is dead.
WHEN a stitch is torned
out, this love is dead.
WHEN we blind fold our
words, this love is dead.
WHEN you become a stranger,
this love is dead.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
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4/26/2024 3:25:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
sweet poem but you can't say 'torned' it isn't a word in English, you can say torn so it will read, 'when a stitch is torn out'