lost soul
standing on this mountainside,a calmness with no sound.
only the leaves and wind ,playing a game upon the ground.
the gun inside my pocket,the only companion i now know.
its closeness gives me comfort,and my secrets left untold.
with quiteness all around me,i can now think of you,
you was once my only love,but you left and took my soul.
my jeans are old and faded,worn thin throughout the years.my heart is
feeled with sadness,thriugh torment and tears.
i pull the gun and look at it,andsadness i do not feel.
and as the sound echos through the air ,the mountainside is still.
Dianne Burnette
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