You're right here, yet you seem like you're gone.
All our words spoken now seem like thought.
If you have something, then you have something to loose.
And it seems my something is lost...
Was it taken? Who took it?
Did it run away? Why would it?
If you have something, you have something to loose.
My something? I lost it...
It was so close to me, so how did it go so far?
I want to get it back, but I don't know where to start.
If you have something, you have something to loose.
I lost my something, and it left a bruise ever so sore.
Like a needle in a hay stack, I cant find it.
My reason to live, I lack it.
If you have something, you have something to loose.
I lost my something, and it'll never come back...
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WendyWarriors Poetry
Poesíaok so these are just some poetry things i wrote simple there really isnt a specific type of poem these are just poems.
