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by Scott Cole Feb 14, 2016 category : Love, romance / lost love
My eyes are tired From too much sleep, My lonely mouth Says not a peep. My ears they hear But peace and quiet, My broken heart Is on a diet. My frosted lips Are frozen shut, My hugging arms Don't have no luck. My hands are stiff From lack of use, My troubled soul Is on the loose. My two lost feet Need new direction, My unhappy face Some complexion. My cracked spirit Need some stitches, My poor self esteem Need some riches. For all of my problems I've mentioned above, They all are cured With That Of Love.