Poems from Gypsy Mist
He went to Carolina, hoping it would be better thereonly if he could have said I love you before he leftor maybe stayed where he was at...
Too much desire is it wrongwhen there is nothing in mebut the will to carry on, hold ona little longer
Don't let those upset your...
I wonder if he ever thinks of me, there in his perfect house with his perfect wife, perfect life? Does he take her to our favorite spot...