The earth shatters again
and I,
believe too much in fate, I believe.
Quiet now, he walks in.
My Charlie Boy.
He is writing of me pretty words
everlasting
an ugly girl, a *****
I love you so much I am worried it will be my demise,
My Good Charlie Boy.
I found the letters,
and I am not so bitter,
but Grey, he is.
Not Mine, are you, Charlie Boy?
My lust for the man.
Charlie died that night.
His beautiful ****** face,
the kindness of strangers far too profound
for they all said a gun was no way to go,
for my Dear Charlie Boy.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 7:23 AM UTC
The earth shatters again
and I,
believe too much in fate, I believe.
Quiet now, he walks in.
My Charlie Boy.
He is writing of me pretty words
everlasting
an ugly girl, a *****
I love you so much I am worried it will be my demise,
My Good Charlie Boy.
I found the letters,
and I am not so bitter,
but Grey, he is.
Not Mine, are you, Charlie Boy?
My lust for the man.
Charlie died that night.
His beautiful ****** face,
the kindness of strangers far too profound
for they all said a gun was no way to go,
for my Dear Charlie Boy.
i miss you still, i think
-m.c.
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