Monday, 21 December 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 growing,
I like these chit chats,
what is to disown,
where you leave your hat,
with love in my bones,
I whistle up a storm,
everyone needs a home,
my key’s under the mat,
no one's forever forlorn,
I’m built to last,
a place to spawn
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