time is feeting gose soo fast loves ive lost never did last, going on 60 with no one around, hoping that a new love just might get found? lost is my curage lost is my soul, like the dried up cerial in a bowl. I often linger to flip through these pages, looking and wondering how many ages. lost was the teamship that is there with a friend lost is my tenderness from loved nights end. almost crying to think how long its been,lost and needing some love from a friend. simple and true was a long lived love then she was gone taken above. days start and they die one bleeds through another hoping ill feel that close to another? lost.