Where are you? I crave your warmth.... Instead, here I am: alone and left out in the cold.
Last I remember, you were staring at me from the back seat of your father's Cadillac, the day he drove you to another city because "that thing is no good for you, my dear."
Is that all I ever was to you, Rosaline? A thing? Last I remember, I was forever yours. I was there for you when you needed me to be. I was the one you said you wanted to be with in a cottage in the countryside....
So that is what I am to you.... Last I remember, you cared about me. You loved me. You said life wasn't worth living without me.
Well, Rosaline.... How have you been living lately?
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Poetry Book 2
Poetryjust a bunch of poetry, started january of 2020. we'll see how far it takes us. I basically just post random ass poems I create, not in any promised order. it just happens. this is book two - I stopped book one after one hundred poems. I think I'll...
