Sunday, 5 January 2020

Jamie

My lover asks, were you ever born, how come nothing lasts, don’t you have ghosts, dreams you’ve scorned, that won't leave you alone, I adjust my mask, stifle a yawn, I know my past, don't ever throw stones, at what you've torn, it stops you to grow, I like these chit chats, what is to spawn, where you leave your hat, with love in my bones, I whistle up a storm, everyone needs a home, my key’s on the mat, no one's forlorn, I’m built to last, a place in the hall.

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