As I lay here
In my polka dotted field
Gazing up
At the yellow clouds
Surrounded by iron pines
I think of you
And how it used to be
I hear a drumming from a far off place
Reminding me of us
And how it will never be the same
And how you will never know how much I love you
But I know
And that's the worst part
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To Fuel the Fire
PoetryA compilation of poems to feed the soul and bring about new feelings and new thoughts of the world and how it all works.
