Where you loved me
Yes. Here I am, yelling at cyberspace once again...
If you are actually reading this, then Hi.
Right below is an original poem that I wrote on one of my any mad poetry sprees....
Home is where you loved me
On the dirty little lane
Time decided to forget.
On the rusty swings
Where we met
All those years ago.
In the park
With the red tulips
Where we kissed.
In the hollow of the tree
Where we stayed
For an hour or two
(But often longer)
Each week.
In the cemetery
Where we lie
After all this time
We die.
So....any thoughts?