Lloyd: For the stupid people who cant tell
Lonely State
Poem 3
You packed up and left here,
With intentions of visiting later this year.
And I will count each and every day,
Until the next time I see your pretty face.
This lonely state,
Is not the same.
Three years and thousands of miles.
Keep us away.
This lonely state,
Will never change.
These stupid numbers
Won't keep me away.
I'll find a way.
I hope
I hope Tameran treating you fine.
I hear the weather is great this time
Of the warm winterless year.
I'd do anything to be there with you.
I wish I was more than just and average face
In the crowd that welcomes you everyday.
When the music ends,You'll be greeted with another sketch and a familiar friend.
As I sit here in my lonely State.
Wondering when I'll see your face.
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