Three Weeks Had Come And Gone
And She Was Stolen From Him
It Felt All Wrong
He Needed To Go
Back To That Place
Where She Became His
After A Brief Chase
He Said Goodbye
And Lived In Memory
Of The Girl Who
Twirled On Her Toes
And The Little Boy
With Dirt On His Nose
YOU ARE READING
Pandora's Box. Opened.
PoetryJust a selection of poems I have written, that didn't fit in with my other poetry selection since these really have nothing to do with my novel. But there may be some repeats from the other selection.
