I swore you had a tear drop in your eye
You tucked me in..safe as can be
I was still a child then..the boy became a man
And later came to understand..why the past
is always haunting me..makes nonevermind..the past
the present..it's always a disassociative proportion
of perceptions and locations of my mind..
Loneliness has followed me..
and it seems it always will..
time after time..
By Rick Weber
May 14, 2012
copywritten
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