The Art of GivingA Poem by registeredisaster...
Previous Version This is a previous version of The Art of Giving. Their people who always speak the truth Your life with them always a sleuth I love them truly, with all my heart So why do we slowly fall apart?
The promises given with easy breathe Are the promises broken before death I'd give plenty for their health Yet i would die before the twelfth
I give, and give until im numb But they will always be my sun Feelings leave me when away I know now where i must always stay
Break my heart into pieces And wrap them round you like warm fleeces My life to you i'll always give You need only promise that you'll live © 2011 registeredisasterAuthor's Note
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