just saying
the soul's intact
be proud of a broken man
sail away
learning one white lie
to conceal my farewell for life
a thief
behind overtime
goes around to sleep alone
my past
fortune and fame
kissed her and wished the best
I stole
a storm in her love
and then I wished her the best.
for life
I stole away
jike a thief in the night
Friday, April 22, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 526
Storm In A Teacup
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.