What by AnnWood
What to write on the white sheetmy words run away ...
and empty, lonely, cold-
he stares at me.
And I can give him warmth-
and love to give,
to seal the pen with a pen
for a good time of day,
and I can give him a soul-
a piece of mine
and then when I read,
to make me happy with love.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-10-16 at 03:52
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