Hold
Hold your horses,
hold your guns.
Give me time,
or give me love.
Let me breathe,
in my beliefs,
about oceans deep,
and clovers with 4 leaves.
Hold it in,
hold the phone,
Let’s be lovers,
not alone.
Hold your horses,
hold your guns.
Give me time,
or give me love.
Copyright © Ag Ki | Year Posted 2014
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