You promised me postcards
from your new, far off life
And when they never came
my love began to grow
As DeSade praised his wife
the more he was alone
The way hunger only grows
When left unfed
So was my sun merely a spark
Until you closed your eyes
from your new, far off life
And when they never came
my love began to grow
As DeSade praised his wife
the more he was alone
The way hunger only grows
When left unfed
So was my sun merely a spark
Until you closed your eyes
2 comments:
this is my favorite of the month. It reminds me of how I let hope run away with my desires. I like the new pics, too!! nice choices.
Anonymous, down on 4th Street. They have new and used.
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