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)
I live by the sea,
Rather the ocean blue.
With its deep swells,
Seagulls too.
In the day,
As the sun rays,
Bounces off the diamond shore.
My thoughts drift back.
To a time I lack,
A love so pure.
Not to sound contrite,
But for tonight ,
I’ll tell you a story,
That holds true.
Of a particular loss,
That has cost,
How my ocean turned blue.
I was surprised,
To see inside,
what he wanted to convey.
I was scared,
Unprepared,
not knowing what to say.
I wrote him a note,
A letter in tears,
Of all my wants and all my fears.
And left it for Hue.
I left,
no ran,
Away from a man,
Who lived by the ocean blue.
Till this day,
My heart can’t convey,
The loss of the love so true.
Take my advice,
Don’t think twice.
If he swims your way.
He is one of a kind,
That man of mine,
His love will never stray.
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