If this is what i call home why does it feel so alone.
you were here once before. I smiles towards you
all the while of crossing roads. You became lost,
so i held your hand as we crossed the street. But
when i became lost you deserted me. I looked for
your hand to help me pass my troubles by. You werent
there. I have been waiting for you here. the hours
of my life have gone and are not coming back.
its so hard to keep somthing you love. when the
thing you love most just wants to be free, i dont have
the time to unravel all the possibilities of you and me
ever being together again. becase love is a never
ending posibility that no heart can control nor predict.
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