My Last Love
My last love wasn’t sent from above
but above my head he’ll stay
while I weep every day.
My heart and his weren’t meant
to be together
although he holds mine in a tether.
I’d tear out my hair if I thought he’d care
but I just brush it all away
though in my hair he’ll stay.
Too young for an old soul like me
neither here nor there,
it’s all up in the air.
I’ll dream of him again tonight
when my soul takes flight
to Oz where I’ll spend the night.
Oz,
Where the moon is high
and lights the way
across an ocean of gray.
Where my last love lives
and breathes
and never leaves.
By: Carole O’Terry Duet
Copyright: 11/17/2018
“All Rights Reserved”
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