Sonnets And Scribbles
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Cream
There's an old cup of coffee
Sitting on the table
The cream is all cracked,
Broken into pieces
Kind of like you,
Kind of like me
I guess we were never
Meant to last,
Never meant to be.
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