My emotions being controlled by the commotion you set off
It might have been the wiggle or the walk
The devotion this starts causing makes you motion towards a cough
A second in this stance our eyes will lock
Showing it's undoubted, going far beyond the peak
Of there being any recourse left in sight
Knowing that likely as I'm flowing you will speak
So maybe you can capture in the light
Promises of lost Love, that you only gave a chance
Whether it was heartfelt or just lust
Giving they've provided means to fix this circumstance
That fate has no direction, you can trust
I meander through the forest, been searching for the proper spot
To rest my weary sumptuous remark
A clean, dry place for me to lay, I mean a place that's not
Cold and damp, you keep forever dark
A warm place, I feel beating with a trace of hope still there
It echoes in my mind over again
If I can't find some shelter around here, anywhere
One more time I will be stuck out in the rain
NEXT? Why don't you look at So Long by: Paul Black from: Columbus, OH, US
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