Poetry

by Freeze Tyler   Jul 2, 2011


One of the last things she said to me
Was that I need to enjoy the little things.
I laughed in her direction,
To turn around and realize she was right.
A sort of last dying affection
She had to try to save my lost life.
Well sweetie I hope that you can see,
That I now notice all the little things,
It's called,
Poetry.

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