I see little reason to stay
Many reasons to go
Our differences have
Built up like drifting snow,
I loved you when we met
Now things have become strange
I'm on the outside looking into
A glass box for the derange,
One day things may be different
Lines of communication will open
In this wood that's so foggy
I hold no dreams of hoping,
I'll hold no disalutionment of hoping.
JJSweets 04Dec19 19:29 hrs
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