It's you and me against the world
That is what we're supposed to be
And even when the road
is steep and slope
I always have your hands
to pick me up every time I fall
But tell me now,
Why am I here on this lonely road
Walking all alone
Tell me,
Why am I here in my room
Crying all alone
Would you please come back home?
Please come back home.
-Jon
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PoetryMy first work "UnSpoken" which is very close to my heart and I am proud of. It's a collection of all the feelings and emotions of my heart. That I am comfortable enough now to write and share to everyone. I hope you can relate yourself on it and I...
