Love.

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A piece from my beautiful Bad Penny. I love it! Beautifully painful, it strikes at the bottom of my heart. xo

Penelope Jones

I’m sitting under our favorite tree

I wondering if you’re thinking of me

 

I’ve thought about nothing else since you went away

You plague my life day after, day after day.

 

I think about how you used to hold my hand

And how you always thought my jokes were so grand

 

I think about the time we went to Paris

We had a great trip, despite your brother Harris

 

I remember the way you looked after a long, hard day

You knew I’d always be there to assure you, it’s okay

 

I thought you’d always be here too

Your being gone leaves me without a clue

 

I sometimes smell a faint memory of your scent

I know it’s not possible, but I hope it’s you leaving me a hint

 

I thought it would get easier as time passed by

I miss coming home…

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