"tuksedo" poems
When love is no longer meaningful
only sorrow
the past abandoned love
first you promised sweetness
you promised to love
stories about the past
story about you and me
live only hearts and
memories of your eternal
sneak in and I see you
wear A black tuksedo
wearing it nicely
in daydream I see us
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC