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It's a funny thing being lost. You desperately try to find your way home Using a map Asking for directions Looking for signs. Frantic and roadblocked for time. Danger at every turn. It is unnerving to be in the dark. But sometimes, I like being lost, not knowing what's going to happen next, laughing at twists and how they turn into dead ends, calling a mystery. The adventure makes my heart pound, and I blush, hoping to find my way back to the known. But, the unknown with you is better than any known I know. I am found in your eyes.
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Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 11:54 AM UTC
Lost
It's a funny thing being lost. You desperately try to find your way home Using a map Asking for directions Looking for signs. Frantic and roadblocked for time. Danger at every turn. It is unnerving to be in the dark. But sometimes, I like being lost, not knowing what's going to happen next, laughing at twists and how they turn into dead ends, calling a mystery. The adventure makes my heart pound, and I blush, hoping to find my way back to the known. But, the unknown with you is better than any known I know. I am found in your eyes.
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Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 11:54 AM UTC
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