To: the One that Got Away (The mail boy should be playing you the song by now, or he cheated me out of $20.)
Down the old country dirt road
Past the fields of gold and haystacks
Beyond grassy hills and plump cows
Following the trickle of the narrow stream
Crossing the water on worn-down rocks
Through the evergreen trees and spiky pines
After the cry of the owl
When the sun has fallen to the edge of the earth
On a ole oak tree
With millions of yellow ribbons strung on its branches
will be Me
Waiting
'til the day we meet
From: the One Who Regrets It Always
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Red Velvet Pancakes Make Me Cry
Poesía"Somehow, they just didn't taste the same when drenched in cold, salty tears." *updated every Saturday and Wednesday and some days in between
