The Death of C & S
Feels different, now:
Feels empty, like we’re both hiding some dirty secret.
You won’t look me in the eyes;
I can’t smile at you, and
I don’t want to
Meri McGuire McConn
Being with Nick Mulvey
I don’t want to talk, any more, of pain.
I don’t want to remember all of the hurt
I’ve caused others,
Others have caused me.
I don’t want to
Love In A Criminal World
Don’t tell me you want to get to know me
When I give you all I am.
I’m not made of the times we share,
Not made of the things we
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I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says
