From T. S. McNally to I. M. Thompson

Spring is near
Plants is groing
Me last year,
My life was boring

I thought i was happy
But i was with the wrong one
My life was crappy
It wasnt fun

My love gave me hope
But that was all she gave me
I loved her like an addict and dope
But her love wasnt guaranteed

She destroyed me when she said sorry
And i still loved her
She changed her story
But that didnt matter

I matured after a crazy year
I found someone who shows me promise
Things are now clear
And i hope she cures my loneliness

This poem is about: 
My community


Brown Door

My former lover hurt me.

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