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Lost Verses
when the phone line goes dead
and all that's left are your words in my head
it fills me with yearning, and something like dread
afraid that i'm giving my heart away to one i'll never meet
hoping that one day the distance we'll defeat
and hoping that this attraction doesn't make me seem like a creep
giving hearts to the hopeless, letting love take it's time
learning a new rhythm and way to rhyme
hoping that one day life will be sublime
leaving out verses best left unsaid
for my feelings move fast, and so i put things in their stead
making poems ramble rather than flow
because i need to keep things from those who would know
what it is i'm talking about, or who, or what, or when
hoping that the things i do won't cause someone chagrin
the deed is done, the seeds are sown, whatever comes of it
shall come to pass whether or not i will admit.
