Posted: January 15, 2013 in beloved, deep notions, Romance, thoughts

It could have been eight
Always imagined to be delight
But you never read past seven

Bright it all seemed
Eighth was not even required in creation
But you never appreciated or had pride

A year of sadness borrowed
wonders of the world could have Eighth
But you ensured it was all of fright

Not a day in the past in seventh
Where thoughts had you held
Ended you before it could be eigth …

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