It was supposed to be true love
was there no vow between us?
Our bodies were connected,
but our passion was just a broken dream
it cuts me more than you could ever know
there was only the dark night
and our kiss is no more.
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Boats, Cars, and Six String Guitars
Short StoryThis is a little anthology project of mine displaying the ups, downs, lefts and rights of life through several poems sorted into separate themes and/or topics. Some funny, some...not so much. Regardless, enjoy the poems, takes and themes in my newes...
