not just once, but every time
in a world where this thing's rare
you said I was a dream and prayer
all I looked for I couldn't find
that one true thing I wished was mine
you looked hard and dated many
I'd be rich if each were a penny
that at least, is in our past
I fell hard and you fell fast
funny how it all works out
hope does float without a doubt
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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