Tall standing
unbearing
he sat alone at the park
each day for a year
the occasional passerby
would help him out of the dark
only one he held quite dear
for she would deliver him tea of chai
until the year's end both were to embark
and end their fear
for it was truth that ended his lie
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Words to match a Rose
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D
