The Poem That Meant A Lot
It was written from a pulse near the spine
From a notion of hope that life would be fine
There was a song on the radio, that resembled our kiss
Of where the place of needing you, again for that and this
The spirit reaches out for you, you see, and when you’re
not there, the pain of missing you brings me to my faith,
and my faith brings me another day of the same
You see, the poem that meant a lot, has no name
Because the song was never heard for the one of aim
Needing some ones kiss, and needing the one now,
is crippling to the hand that holds the pen somehow
In the poets mind the words sure were fittin’
But the poem that meant a lot was never written
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