Just a name
It was a small crowd
not lots of people,
But i saw her their
from my perch on the steeple,
She looked up
and saw that i stared,
she couldnt help but notice that I looked like I cared,
She turned and
walked to her car,
I flew down to meet her
since i was a scar,
she new i was there
as I landed behind her,
not looking back she asked
"Who are you monsieur?"
"Im an angel fallen.",
"Your name madame?"
she replied "Simply Hollen.",
then she got in her car
and with perfect aim,
She shot me a smile
and left me with just a name.
Hollen
by
preppykillerposted on 12/31/1969
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