You by Lark
YOU You pretty much saved my life Swooped in Snatched me up in your arms Too young to know what I’d seen Where I’d been Like a stray dog The dregs But you didn’t care You were naive and an Continue reading You by Lark
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
YOU You pretty much saved my life Swooped in Snatched me up in your arms Too young to know what I’d seen Where I’d been Like a stray dog The dregs But you didn’t care You were naive and an Continue reading You by Lark