Lost

I guess,
When you think about it,
People like to be lost.
Away from the problems onto which they were tossed.

For when you are found,
Your problems find you too,
And then, that's when it happens,
And your emotions control you.

But then, in a way,
No one likes to be alone.
For with a friend,
Their strength they willingly lend.

I'd rather be found.

by Rose Preston

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Comments (2)

this is cool and so true, its almost like something id write, so its close to my heart =)
i like this when you are found, your problems find you too