They'll ask
Of me,
Where is she?
Your significant otter,
And I'll answer
I know not
What's become of her
Like a balloon lost
I did not hold on tight,
And we'll look to the sky
As if there
And sudden
She'll appear,
She'll come back
They say,
And I'll agree
Somewhat
Half & halfheartedly,
Hoping upon hope
Behind my forlorn smile...
APAD15 - 010 © okpoet
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC
They'll ask
Of me,
Where is she?
Your significant otter,
And I'll answer
I know not
What's become of her
Like a balloon lost
I did not hold on tight,
And we'll look to the sky
As if there
And sudden
She'll appear,
She'll come back
They say,
And I'll agree
Somewhat
Half & halfheartedly,
Hoping upon hope
Behind my forlorn smile...
APAD15 - 010 © okpoet
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