Looks like the wind carried you away
Again
Seems like it does that whenever
I make a friend
But you were more than that
Some would say your just a person
And that may be true
But your the first person
Who showed me how to hold a hand
And that's more than anyone
Has done for me
But I had to set you free
It wasn't an option but a command
I guess your high in demand
The wind likes to do that to me
Make me feel safe and happy again
But then it pulls my source away
And I don't learn a single thing
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Lost In Myself
PoetryTo those who get lost and don't wanna be found. A collection of short stories and poems... *Short stories aren't as prevalent (Copyrights to readingwithunicorns) *I give copyrights to those who I use quotes from* *Completed
