far away
They asked if i loved him
and i could honestly say
Yes he is my life
and i think of him most everyday
the awful things they said to me
made me need him even more
the yelling and the cursing
helped my tears hit the floor
far away
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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