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Her
Danny Cubberly
Her
Her hair was as black as midnight
Her lips were as red as a rose
I miss her every day now
While of think about all of the places she goes
The thought of her leaves my mind
As a rabbit leaves its hole
I don’t think that I can go on living
When my soul is just as black and dark as coal
I see her in my dreams
I call her name in the same exact way I once had
Back when she loved me
Back when our times were never bad
Her eyes would go on seeing
An ocean of blue, lagoons, monsoons, too
All the things that I wished I could see
When I was there living and loving you.
Danny Cubberly has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Danny's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Danny's latest works: