We have some talented people on here
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this is untitled, but it's being submitted to an anthology
One morning my love asked me…
And I said lost is now one thing I would never ever be.
Not so much was I for romance...
But this lady made me see.
With her, she holds my golden key.
Forever the optimist…
And now I speak in tongues...
Where with her complication is overration.
Work distracts from heartbreak for this poor dame.
Pain dares your metal and drains your oil.
Hello squeaky thing.
Goodbye human being -
One with such love to give.
I won’t waste you.