Twelve Poem by Lora Cooley
Twelve
Someone carry me away
There's always someone leaving
Will we ever stop believing that the winter fits us perfectly?
Won't you feel warm with me?
But we're so tired
Things get torn away
We make mistakes
And we're losing faith
We can't put things back together when they break
Holding memories of older times
We sang through smoke and rum and coke
And promised one day we'll be ok
Someone carry me away
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