Poetry For Everyday People
Hard Times
Don't let it end
now when the rain
is right,
pull away slow
and kiss me more
often,
I write you
every night
but the words
tie me up,
the stress at times
is a hell so cruel
it eats breakfast
with you.
now when the rain
is right,
pull away slow
and kiss me more
often,
I write you
every night
but the words
tie me up,
the stress at times
is a hell so cruel
it eats breakfast
with you.
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Hard Times
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