As my fingers slide over the fretsI pondered over any regrets
I wish I had kissed that boy who got rid of my frown
It was hard to accept when they told me he had drown
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
These are my expressions of the memories that I keep. These things happened long ago but still make me weep. Some poems cut deep, but Life's not always a bleep.
No comments:
Post a Comment