Someone read my poem
I scribbled on
the brick wall
A painted a heart
next to my devotion
to my Queen of France

I smiled
when I first passed it

Someone knows
I thought
about desire
how things you can't get
still can be
the most beautiful memory

Someone owned
the brick wall
teared it down one day

But the poem still stands

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Written on 2013-01-22 at 02:57

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful and full of love.

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