A Poem by Richard

Watched the stones as

 They made a pile

You weren't supposed to see...yet

Unless there's a smile behind it all

Something for free!

I felt wrong, stood there, watched my bike delivered by some thief

He gave a very nice stern lecture

I listened but

I wasn't doing this for him

Would write a letter later

About Love & Death

Couldn't count the times

There was nobody, to be there, WAS nobody

Couldn't come to terms with

The world was no longer funny

You did nothing wrong

Inside you're not a thief

Air wasn't either, escaping my lungs

I don't want to talk about it anymore

I would like to stop right here and get off

We did nothing wrong

It was a natural

Thing to feel

Moving on, moving free

At the ideal place

A real place

My favorite place to be

With you without me.

© 2016 Richard

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Added on February 10, 2016
Last Updated on February 10, 2016



Edmonton, Alberta, Canada

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A Poem by Richard