Said baby,
I'm just dancing
to dance,
simply kissing
to keep you
my hurt stuck in the rear view
rearranging your lovely features
just to really see you.
love is supposed to be sweet
a lovely dream.
So here's what you should have said
baby you're my dream.
So how was sleeping alone and
waiting for me to come home?
I'm still trying to figure out
what is it that you want from me?
It doesn't help
and I hate it how
fucking comes first now
and hand holding is done
when we've had enough.
But we'll be different
I guess that's apparent.
- Author: My_Brain ( Offline)
- Published: April 23rd, 2020 13:19
- Category: Love
- Views: 10
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