Watchful

I stood and watched
As we walked, the grass was faintly stirred
I despised my friends more than you
There were three in the meadow and by the brook
You were beautiful and they were the faded



Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2006-08-23 at 07:26

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Kathy Lockhart
was this jealousy? Greed for time alone? Left me wondering....??? great lead into a story left untold. Have some more to go with this? Love to read it. kathy
2006-08-23