This Love
This love stops burning on the torch.
I sit on the porch,
Waiting for my love to return to me.
Then I see,
He is not coming back.
So I get my things packed.
With all the things I lack,
I still go. . .
Copyright © Ali Matheny | Year Posted 2008
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