I am aware
of how much I love you, and to ask you to let me show
you how much seems just as silly as
asking you to make, and work on,
these improvements that I have been thinking
would help things along; you have to be a
bit awake to how
I am just sitting around,
longing for the moments I may get
to show you this adoration whenever you
get a patient second to just be.
first page I find
got some paper in it
and I need a cab
and I want a meal ticket
with no place to go
no friends with which
to roam
not a reason to
be anything but alone
finally at last
a reason to
home sweet home

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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1 Response to lost

  1. redgladiola says:

    The small things can mean so much. Thanks for sharing this. =)

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