A Ruin Poem by Ray Hansell

A Ruin



Every time I think of her
Tears come to my eyes
I try so hard to smile
But I wear a bad disguise

Every time I see her picture
I wonder what she's doing
I always wonder what I did
To make our life a ruin


9-25-77/RjH

Friday, April 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sad love
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