Where have my lovers gone?
The writers
The poets
Those who write songs,
Where can they be?
I crave them so desperately.
To bring the light into my dark reality.
To bring me warmth,
Only they know how to do.
To keep this red heart beating and not turn blue.
Come back to me.
I desperately cry.
Trickling tears,
Never to dry,
Where did you go?
It’s been so long.
I’ll sit here and wait.
For my lovers to come home.
(Are you there let me know. Fia xoxo)
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