LostA Poem by Ruben tovar
This is where train stops, but I'm still lost
Everything so precious means nothing to me Your love is what made us so free I have no where to go but someone to see My world has sunk, my dreams have died My shame my tears is something I cannot hide I sit under this tree and think what you did to me Watch people laugh,cry, hate I lay here blue, but I guess that's just fate © 2016 Ruben tovar |
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Added on November 10, 2016 Last Updated on November 10, 2016 Author
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