Get Lost

Chill housebeats perfume the air

He sits in the coffee chair

Black ink spots the journal’s page

He rests his chin and gaze

Chocolate fingers and chocolate eyes

He finds the words to write

His mind moves fast

The pages not left unsaid

He thumbs the words before

His heart pours out more

He smiles, he writes, he hums

His page is full

Once more

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