Matthew Cuellar · Jun 26, 2010
Cliche

If I had a penny
for every time you popped up in my thoughts,
you know id be rich.
I woke up this morning,
the some-teenth time its happened;
my first thought was you.
-some-teenth
powered by ten,
  -never divided
  -it hasn’t subsided.
I'll ask you if you fell from heaven;
if they’re missing an angel.
I'll look for your tag,
to see where you were made.
I’m sure you MUST be tired,
you’ve been running through my head all day….
what’s more to say?

Written By Matthew Cuellar
 
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