Tears fall down my cheeks,
feelings as sour as lime;
my heart is broken
one more time.
I long to find
someone divine
to fix
this battered hope of mine.
08.22.18
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In the Wee Small Hours
PoetryLittle thoughts in prose, song and poetry. (Previously titled 'Raconteur') Copyright © 2018 by @janeoswyn. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photoc...
