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lost and found

I was lost
like a parasite without a host
like an aimless ghost
like a useless dust
and then a fluke happened
like a beggar had just found a large fund
but that fluke of luck
left me with a huge lump
I had to say “oh fuck!”
yea I actually went t the dump
and had to vomit twice
when the dice
of fate got stuck on two
oh! My love was true
and yet I couldn’t keep her
so I was a goner
from the start;
I had barked
up the wrong tree
but she left me
that is on mutual agreement
but that sour luck
that made a mock
happiness actually turned out
to be good for me, I went south
to a desert and found
an oasis that drowned
me and built me up
I once wished that I could stop
and rewind time
but not anymore
and even though I have a sore
and broken heart
at least it’s not torn apart
she was a fluke of a true love
but she made me a dove
that learned how to protect
what mattered to me and keep it safe
for my own sake
but she did left
me with a scar;
the one which has a beautiful story
a story which I’m not sorry
about but glad that it happened
#promise(yea I still miss her. Yea she still gives me that kandi effect that she used to have on me when we were together but I’m almost over her. Just a few more time and I’ll be what I never was before. She taught me how to behave and dress up but more than that after losing her I learned how to keep what’s mine safe. I know that it tore me apart when we parted but no regrets. She was my love…it’s not easy to forget whom u love and well since she still considers me a good friend I’ll be there for her when she needs me; all she’s gotta do is reach out for me. I was a lost cause when I met her…got a motive to strive for better when I was with her but then again I went back to being a delinquent somewhere along the way n then I lost her… gave me just enough emotional boost to “not up or shut up”.)
-yakaa: jujaa

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