BILLY BOY

By Estelle Cortes

I wonder how I got so old,

Where my passion went,

And how my heart grew cold.

I wonder why my passion's gone,

No longer looking backward,

Nor beyond.

I wonder why I'm bleeding inside,

My gut in pain, and tear streaked face 

Raised up to the Heavens.

I wonder why my ink's red,

I looked at my bloodied hands,

Realized I'd been bleeding, 

Since the time you've been gone.

~Estelle~

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I still miss you so much Billy Boy, my very good boy. I still cry when I think of you.💔