Poem.

A little boy climbs a tree,

A dying man falls to his knees,

A tear falls to the floor

Because I want him more;

These feelings go on and on

From dusk til dawn,

Then I wake up

And can’t find  my coffee cup,

I smoke a cigarette

Thought about the first time we met,

Ashes fall to the floor

I want him even more.

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  • endzofwarz on Nov 20, 2009

    Nice poem you made up, it really makes me think more about it. Good Job! :D

  • Jacquelyn Purdy on Nov 24, 2009

    Thanks, Spencer!

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