My heart needs
a call
a caller
my fears
flying high
like as kite
reminding the moments
spend in the dark of night.
My soul needs
to talk
to roll
That is passionate
full of life
Holding that's gone
It's piercing through as a knife.
I am in pain
I am in misery
I am a change tune
I am same yet not bold
I am without help
I am a tear drop
I am a boat.
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