Stolen

by Samn Dexy   May 3, 2008


He took it form his friend,
back when he was little,
not little really, just a Junior on high school.
he was there to pick me up,
in that green i know so well,
and in the car, i was cold,
almost freezing to death.
he handed it over,
and now I've stolen it from him..=)

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  • 16 years ago

    by your love is mine

    This poem doesn't make sense really but keep working at it.=)