I searched the room. Moved from place to place.
I couldn't find what was lost not even a trace.
My heart was breaking ....The air felt thin.
I kept lookin could not give in.
Why can't I find....what I'm lookin for.
Am I blind..... to tired to search anymore.
To late to let go.....whats around the next corner I don't know.
I'm in a frenzy a panicked rush....I know where it should be.
Why can't I see.....
Ok that's it.
I give.
I quit.
My bodies in a spasm....it's to damn late.
I keep lookin now in the mess I create.
Cushions in the kitchen.
Back outta here if you gonna do any bitchin.
What's that in your hand?
Are those keys as in my keys you better run now....
your a dead man....I must confess....
I have made one mess......get back here....
Your gonna help me clean.....
That was mean.....Fun? Fun? For who?
Not me must have been you.
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