i cant find sleep,
Am losing my btful slit,
Tripping now i slip,
My new found love is blowing down the candle lit.
Am warmly cold,
Just putting a face thats bold,
Without anyone to hold,
I guess my words are not made of gold.
Nobody wants to be alone,
Having that feeling thats gone,
Wanting a love of your own,
Mybe my beatiful one is not yet born.
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