The Lost King
Helplessly meanderBack the way I'm coming from
Waves of purest blue contrast
The setting sun, the greenest grass
Love is just a word
And I am just a simple thing
Arms outstretched in cramping space
I'm The King of Lost Embrace
I had a swung note
The time was at a stand still
Father stuck it to the cause
Without a single second's loss
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2008-11-24 at 02:40
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