I wander through life lost, afraid, alone,

these words, past my lips, of love, a poem.

 

I try to be good, oh I wanted to be pure

to be of high vitue, and of my deeds told, a poem.

 

I wanted to love you, but you were unsure,

whether love was for you; a poem.

 

I tried to convince you, with these lips

wrapped them around yours, a poem.

 

I tried to stop you leaving, with these arms,

held them out for your to grab, a poem.

 

I tried to mend this broken heart, with drink

something deep in the bottom of a bottle; a poem.

 

I wander through life, lost, afraid alone,

these words, linger on my lips, of loves, a poem.

 

 

 


 

 

 

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