Found and lost By: Nicholas Ingram We talk and we talk, For hours and hours, I see the new path, I have been off track for a few months now, you do the math, I see the path, That my dear friend has been talking about, New hope is found, I like the idea that you’re going to be around, I lay on my bed, thinking, about you, Just wondering…., I don’t know you well, But I was thinking what the hell?, I guess I was under a spell, It seems far-fetched, All these words are new happiness, I wish it were the two of us, Talking, sharing, and caring, But then, I said the wrong words, And fucked it all up, Path…lost.Birth sign: Aries
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