Lost It - Poem by Mark Normand
I don't know what to do today it
seems my life is over.
My love has grown so very cold.
she cringes when I hold her.
She see's me as a burden, some
I'm lost, so cold and empty babe,
when I'm not with you.
I don't think I can face the day,
when it's time to leave.
Nothing seems for real, it's like I'm
stuck in some bad dream.
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