LOST is PRECIOUS
Grab the pillow
Warmth to borrow
It will be long till I come
Sing a song to fill your hollows
Hold the cat to wipe your sorrows
It will be long till I come
Strap the guitar
Break the strings
Release the tension
Calm your rage
For no woman,
Holds me but you
Drink a glass of water
Take a deep breathe
Close your eyes
See me in magical bliss
Smile
Open your eyes
To biting reality
To chilling cold
For today you’ll know
That LOST is PRECIOUS
Excellent. I enjoyed reading this. Love the way you ended it.
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Thank you so much mate. I appreciate your moments spent reading my writes
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I try to read everyone’s posts. I will be back for more.
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Welcome
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