I wonder how far you have gone
Wonder if I scratch your mind
From the night till early dawn
I’m clutching at left-behinds
I wish that you could see me here
See me, and how much I’ve changed
I begged for a get-together
The stars won’t have it arranged
I will keep my pockets empty
Bide away my sleepless nights
Let the stars come then comfort me
I’ll take shelter in their lights
Very nice piece Frank. I look forward to your posts.
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Absolutely beautiful especially the end💕
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Thank you, Yasmin.
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you write beautifully
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Thank you.
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Reblogged this on AAF.
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Wondering, all that is left for those who fail…
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Beautifully written
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Thank you.
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beautiful!
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Thank you.
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Empty pockets… and the bitter marsh revealed his realisation of relationships as heavy packets. I still don’t understand.
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I am in love with that final line…man, if only I knew how to do that!
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Thanks, Tom.
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Oh my! Thanks Frank! Very thought provoking. I am pondering this one.
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Very welcome, Tim.
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