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Out of the Ordinary -Il Sort De L'Ordinaire

OUT OF THE ORDINARY -il sort de l'ordinaire When dost my heart fall prey to agony? Only when I recall what used to be and only when my thoughts of you come to my mind, just like they do with ev'ry breath that swells inside of me. Mon coeur! It beats the life I'd have to end if my poor heart could ever comprehend what's done is done, and in the past; but I can never make it last, the thought that now you've come to be a friend. But I must never let the eyes of you to see the pain your love has put me through, although, il sort de l'ordinaire, I'm sure if you could see it there, there's not a thing that you could even do. © Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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