I wrote this when you were two
You’re my favourite little two years old
will be my favourite in what ever age
Oh yes I promise you this
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If someone asked me
What I did with my life
and tomorrow never comes
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In the dark
feeling cold breaking sweats
feeling pain and numbness
feeling madness and suffering
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In the morning light I slept
under a gray sky
grave somber
buried alive in thoughts
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Its Been Three years since we met
Has it been enough time, I swear it isn’t
And here we are
Not together but
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I cross the street
My favorite Street of the Square
Our frothy long days
Flows by like the River behind the mosque
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Rain on the window
And Light turns red
Thinking of you my dear
Hope your thinking of me too
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Far North his from
Long hair with beautiful ‘tash
Eyes light green like a deep lake
Skin that glows but never tans
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Litter
From Expensive car you litter
From Motorbike you litter too
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At the corner I stand
All alone on Saturday afternoon
Traffic passing
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