It's actually a song, hence the repeating stanza... all of the little story things are about guys i know, and my part is true, though i'm not sure if it really counts as love...
More brain-storming...
Written in 1990
Written in the aftermath of love....
Did you ever let your imagination run wild when you're lonely? When you're thinking of that person who is gone?
Let me know what you honestly think of this please. It's one of my newer poems.
