Monday, March 5, 2018

In my pocket

I move freely
Never seeing
Freedom brings me
Away from you
This what binds me
Does remind me
Of what I’ve left -
Behind and
I deny,
I miss you
I feel blue
Wish that you
Just might see
This girl
For her
A broken heart
In my pocket
Like a photo
In a locket
Carry I will
Until my death
With my last breath
Final request
To hold you near
You were the one
You captured me -
My heart, my Dear

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