Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 5
And
I love you is now meaningless.

I trust you means everything.

And I do.
There is a bright sun today. A cold, dry winter shrugs and nods off. Goes back to sleep. Maybe one life is enough after all.
Hank Helman
Written by
Hank Helman
  187
   Cheryl Ann Warner and victoria
Please log in to view and add comments on poems