The traveller and his companion,
Separated by time.
To say she didn't love him,
Was a complete and absolute lie.
Now standing all alone,
Her heart will never mend.
Rose knew she wouldn't see,
Her Doctor ever again.
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Poems About Stuff
PoetryThis is a collection of different poems that I have either, found and really like or just make up. Please judge me on my skills as I am trying to get better.
