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Lost and Found
When lost I'm not a girl in tune
With any feeling or the sense
That I am special; will I soon
Deserve a well-earned recompense?
You want to hurt; I need to ache;
With all the usage you'd not cease
To inflict on me to awake
These passions that give me release;
I find such freedom in the chains
You bind me in to keep me crowned
With nettled head band, but who gains
More solace in the fact I'm found?
With any feeling or the sense
That I am special; will I soon
Deserve a well-earned recompense?
You want to hurt; I need to ache;
With all the usage you'd not cease
To inflict on me to awake
These passions that give me release;
I find such freedom in the chains
You bind me in to keep me crowned
With nettled head band, but who gains
More solace in the fact I'm found?
Published 10th Jul 2014
| Edited 28th Jul 2022
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31st Jan 2018 6:10pm
I like how you've gone to the different spectrums here, the anguish slips out of your verse.
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