WhenA Poem by Corinna Bridgebury
When did I get so weak?
When did my independence crumble? When did my bed get so small- So cold- So empty- Why can't I stop these leaking eyes? When did I start to need you by my side to be happy? © 2011 Corinna Bridgebury
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Added on January 24, 2011 Last Updated on January 24, 2011 Author
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