Missed

Posted on May 14, 2014 by

The raindrop tears from the weathered face
Pull apart it surely miss
A liars brevity bears no bounds
A missed touch
A fading smile
Of her Noir his Blonde sweetness
Ache for the moment we are…

May 14 2014

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