A poem
Love is lost
but once had
the smallest taste
and drove me mad
And mad I stay
for memories of
the smallest taste
of the greatest
Love
but once had
the smallest taste
and drove me mad
And mad I stay
for memories of
the smallest taste
of the greatest
Love
posted by Nate Mecham at 6:55 PM
2 Comments:
is that nate? really? What brought you to write a poem like that? I am not saying it is bad, just not your typical Nate style. Wondering what the muse was.
What be typical Nate style? Because who really knows how Nate is... Who are you really Nate?!? :) ha ha
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