Tell me not of my name
as you open you heart, for something is missing
in every page of your flip.
know not your thinking
I want to lure your feeling, that's the way I am,
you cried and I laugh though deep inside
my laughter tears fall down
in my knee
turmoil swings my whist neither hit my core
your darling nap and your
feet tremble,
seeing my lips moist the color on
very snore, the shadow of your
smile calls
the day of waiting. where I still feeling will
never I quit nor surrender my feet, I stand amidst
in every definition you ask the
end is near and the journey is beyond compassion of
words I commence.
Tell me then that I fought a good fight and stay in every
side of your waiting
wonder ask the quest of every puzzle you give Lord.
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