He knew my name
And spoke it well
And for all the times we spent together
I’m the only one that fell.
Though the feel is great
It’s such a shame
I felt too much for him
But he only knows my name.
Oh My Name
Prose, Poetry, and Knick Knacks (formerly One Poem A Day)
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. – Edgar Allan Poe
