Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Without

A life without you, this, that

Be that.

I'm enamored with myself.

Learning that a penny is a thought.

Enough is enough.

These seasons make me tough.

What lies wait at the end.

To you my heart I send.

Me, myself and I.

Laugh or cry.

Is okay by me.

Until the day I die.

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