My Poor Self -In Memory Of Theresa - Dedicated To Fast Eddy Poem by Richard Wlodarski
My Poor Self -In Memory Of Theresa - Dedicated To Fast Eddy
My poor self
Wearing heart
On my sleeve
Your Rolex
You slaved for
On my wrist
My poor self
Listens to
Sinatra
Doing it
His damn way
My poor self
Dreams night long
Of you, friend
Seeing you
Hearing you
Touching you
My damn poor self
Daydreams of you
All the suns through
All the moons through
All my life through
My damn poor self
Crying out now
For the days missed
The nights longed for
The souls searching
My damn self dead...
And still alive...
Waiting for you
of LOVE the poor self live in suicide mind but stay alive the DRONE on other FLOWERS! ! !
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8/27/2025 12:17:28 AM # 1.0.0
My poor self Daydreams of you All the suns through All the moons through All my life through - - - - - - - - - - - My self dead... And still alive... Waiting for you- - - A poem of pure love, so touching and beautiful.