BEREFT

It made me cold
Hearing what you told
Knowing that you left
It made me bereft.
 

I just want to be lost
By all means and cost
Amid the churning waters
Made of blood and tears.

 
There are no more reasons
Only tasteless passions
A guitar with no strings
A journey without ending

 
Will you come back to me
And complete the melody
If not, make it easy
Tell me to be ready.

 

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