If each star was an angel's kiss,
I would have exactly one star
From the night on the end of the pier
When we talked about which restaurant
Has the best garbage plate,
And I stole the star right off your lips.
It's a dim star, but I cherish it,
Because I know you'll never give me another.
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My Collection of Shorter Poetry
PoetryThese are my shorter poems (10 lines or less). My poems are very near and dear to my heart- yes, some are strange, but they write themselves. Any way, here goes...
