Nov 2016
She sees me not through me
She hears me but I'm not loud
She feels but I'm not to rough
She trust me as I for her
She feels a little hate
But don't we all
For no one is perfect
She hears me but I'm not loud
She feels but I'm not to rough
She trust me as I for her
She feels a little hate
But don't we all
For no one is perfect
My poems may not make sense but they have true meaning to me.
(bonanza Oregon)
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