(Song title from B.B. King’s catalogue, by King and Taub)
We argued,
I left and ran for cover,
Hours
Days passed,
Weeks,
Months passed,
Years,
I had vanished I thought,
You found my hideout,
You sent a note,
This is what you wrote,
“I love you, my angel, I love you,
Please hurry home”.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 11:38 AM UTC
(Song title from B.B. King’s catalogue, by King and Taub)
We argued,
I left and ran for cover,
Hours
Days passed,
Weeks,
Months passed,
Years,
I had vanished I thought,
You found my hideout,
You sent a note,
This is what you wrote,
“I love you, my angel, I love you,
Please hurry home”.
written in 2010
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