Enneagram #2

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​A trail of puzzle pieces on the road

Getting full picture of oneself

I used to be the wordsmith you adored

Picking only pretty vocabs from the shelf

They say, give only lovely thoughts

Cause they keep souls away from the grave

So I sang for you some major chords

About how you love sunsets and the ocean waves

Through the night though the air felt cold

I was so lost in you till i forgot to save myself


-k

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