At a certain time in my life, i have to say i lost it
I could not understand how it happened
All i know is one day i woke up and Hey Presto, it was gone
For a brief period, i panicked
What is this?
Why me?
How would i cope?
What are the effects?
Questions, questions
I could not handle it
Sleep was rare on other days
Eventually, i started to cope, re-adjusting my life to move forward
I started to take each day as it came and gradually, it did not seem so bad
Until one day, i got it back
I have to say that the heartache of getting it back was excruciating and it could have scared me.
Today, i can say that i have it back fully.
No, its not my Mojo i lost!
Loosing control of my heart to some woman was not the end of the world but a beautiful thing
And i can't wait to loose it again.
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