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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