Three little words
I cannot get just who I am and…
Dear, I see your face-
It’s haunting me like words unspoken.
Grey and stormy day.
The bitter clot-it chokes me slowly.
Will we be ok?
Please, don’t be rough-I feel so lonely.
Hollow deep inside,
I can’t forget your touch so tender.
Your phantom stands beside-
Three little words I can’t remember…
29.09.09.
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