old poems

I get lost in her eyes

deep into what I cant see

I try to find my way home

But than again why would I want to

I love being were I am

I love seeing what I see

I love hearing what I hear

I just cant give up what I have in this new world

let alone want to

I love being in this new world lost in its beauty

All I am is lost

Author's Notes/Comments: 

to my past loves that never gave me tha chance like nichole did. This is for you nicole. I love you

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