DESK 3
I'm searching for you
Not one, nor two,
Most days I'll play sick
Just sit in your view,
Ok Raymond I'm thinking Am I coming too strong,
Or maybe I'm not
In these feelings alone,
Don't want to be wrong
If I am, I'll face
The consequence, too big to leave and erase,
Until then chase, run, and see
For the moment, ears open
To be called to desk 3...
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Author:
Raymond Jones (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 25th, 2018 14:01
- Comment from author about the poem: For my very close friend, she always seem to pick me up through rough times, though I never told her. She asked me to write her a poem, so I want to dedicate this to her. Your friend always Raymond...
- Category: Friendship
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