Teresa of Calcutta
Aching is my heart for you
Withering my very soul.
A crack will turn me pale blue
Only you can halt the toll.
Teresa of Calcutta
Empathize for my poor sake.
Why not look at this nutter
Hoping to be yours to take.
After all, I am to blame
Killed of my wonderful good.
All I am is a failed game
Prayers to you under my hood.
Only the faithful are helped
Not because of selfishness
Of sheer gratitude for life.
By Leanne Walsh
07/07/2014 (MM/DD/YY)
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