I have been hurt too many times Been questioning my being. Until you came along, my love Opened my eyes, brought life and meaning. The
When I die, don’t bring me flowers. Don’t whisper that I will be missed, Don’t kneel, don’t pray for hours Don’t shed a tear –
This poem was written in 2005.
I come to you at the eleventh hour ‘Cause you are my last resort. Ashamed ’cause I know that you have the most power Yet,
This poem is included in my chapbook, “Inconsiderate Bastard,” which proceeds to support voting rights. \https://www.newswire.com/news/tatiana-keresteshs-new-book-inconsiderate-bast-is-an-evoking-21364218 Three giants changed history, Three giants with one dream.
You aren’t my friend; you aren’t my foe You aren’t my lover anymore. A friend is the one who’s always there ready to give a