When I met you
It was
Another summer

I had lost myself
Already
I didn’t hope
For

Anything that
Happened
Would’ve been

Alright I gave
Myself away
For free
No strings

Attached we
Are still
Together.

This entry was posted by Kathleen on Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009 at 8:14 pm and is filed under Poetry, photography. Please share if you would like. We'd love to hear from you.