Since I was eight
You were my mate
With paper and ink
Letting my feelings down the sink
You give me hope
And help me cope
You give me a choice
And you hear my voice
Without you, I’m empty and hollow
With all this pain to swallow
Alex
Since I was eight
You were my mate
With paper and ink
Letting my feelings down the sink
You give me hope
And help me cope
You give me a choice
And you hear my voice
Without you, I’m empty and hollow
With all this pain to swallow
Alex
I love this. The rhyming works so well and the thoughts are so clear. Lovely.
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