Oh, how I wish you were here.
If only I could tell you how much I love you.
I should have known before you were gone.
If you were here, sobbing I would be.
I cannot wait to see you again.
I know "death will be no more,"
And that gives me hope,
But it still hurts worse than fire.
Oh, Betty, I don't want to wait.
My love will never die.
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Real Poetry
PoetryA poetry book with REAL poetry, not what society has labeled as poetry. Like this type of fake poetry. Or this type of fake poetry. It's just a few sentences. It doesn't even rhyme!
