Did I in my mind's eye
see you full of hope that's new?
Was it just a phantom or mist?
Wasn't that your form that's fair?
Was I only moony and lonely?
Just my imagination running wild?
Then what use is it to muse?
if you're lost when you're needed most
Where are you when I call for you?
Why be here if I'm not with you?
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Wayward Thoughts
PoetryWell wielded words work wonders. ~ Wayward thoughts expressed through lines that rhyme ~ "..We fall in and out of love, Run in and out of time. We are Survivors, With nagging scars And half empty jars. We are Survivors. "
