by Sonja
You'll never know
How much I loved you,
How much I cared.
You'll never know
About my pain,
About my broken heart.
You'll never know
How much I cried,
Just lying on my bed
And thinking of you . . .
kissing her.
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
You'll Never Know
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