Shall I write of you again
Take the paper and the pen
Put a note upon your door
To meet me on the moor?
My heart is aching for your touch
The separation rues our love
Take the chance and let us meet
Be swift my ghostly steed!
The moor is moonlight born
This ache is like a thorn
Piercing every single part
Of my lonely heart.
Come meet me in the night
Be like a bird, take flight
I’m waiting, waiting there
Come save me from despair.
The Bag Lady 
He is right 🙄
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Well done, you’re a good writer when you aren’t insulting me 🙂
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