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Dec 2017
Night, sitting by the window at home,
All alone, next to the phone, feeling like my heart is on loan.
Trapped, by my mind and its dark thoughts.
The truth, it ain’t ever fun, and I can’t even run!

Summer days, quickly ran away,
Took my heart and my pride.
Now I’m all torn up, can’t believe you lied!
Got me searching far and wide, just for some peace of mind.
I can’t bear to grieve, so please don’t leave!

I, can’t force myself to say,
Those three simple words, to this day, living my life in disarray.
The pain! Buried inside, deep below,
Oh! If only you would know!

Summer days, quickly ran away,
Took my heart and my pride.
Now I’m all torn up, can’t believe you lied!
Got me searching far and wide, just for some peace of mind.
I can’t bear to grieve, so please don’t leave!
Not exactly a poem, actually some song lyrics I wrote to the tune of Loboda's "Odnoy Masti."
Michael Frost
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