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My Someone



In the city of love I saw the disdain
On the pages of Facebook I saw them complain

The one that you love, there by your side
Your feelings expressed in comments so snide

I watch without mine, not there anymore
He grabbed another hand and walked out the door

I have new glasses I wear with lenses of alone
To look at you with them and see you whine and moan

We who have loved and have had it taken away
Are now part of a club where we don’t want to stay

We look for our someone to hug and to kiss
The one that will call and say we are missed

We act to the world like all is good with our soul
It is not, it is not, we were ripped from our role

The promise I make now I know all of this
Is everyday to eagerly recognize the bliss

My hands on his face holding so tight
A kiss on the lips and a loving goodnight

A hug chest to chest with arms open wide
Raw feelings and care never again to hide

You have a someone to kiss you awake?
You need to know all that is at stake

Give your all your heart daily and share your pure love
Touch them tenderly and know they fit like a glove

The club had a meeting where we all shared our pain
We all have a space in which we want to hold agan

Don’t take for granted the hand that you hold
The world needs the love, you have to be bold

My future is this, everyday a warm touch
And to the one I will love, I will show it so much

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