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Creative Corner => Poetic Souls => Topic started by: Griffith on March 29, 2019, 11:52:10 PM
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A lonely man sits alone
Noting to do but on his phone
Writting a poem
Are you still sreaching for me
As I am to you
Such a fool
In highschool
We were once lover
I asked you out
Using a letter
It was the text of our generation era
It was in art class
The letters we pass
I still have them by the mass
Our first kiss
Your lips I dearly miss
In the alley
Just down the valley
I held you tight in my arms
As we rolled around in the barn
Those grassy hays
As I say babe
How's your day
Oh that long night we stay
Looking up into the dark skies
Look a falling star
So close yet so far
Why didn't I see
I wish we could be
Like this forever
It was my fault
I wish you would stay
But I pushed you away
I hope one day
You will see this
And say hey
Why this looks so familiar