If then at the end of the day
I am left with nothing to say
But my helpless self in dismay
Hoping, waiting that I be the one
You take
Oh then I be lost in my thoughts
Foolishly longing for magical love if some sort
Could it be your warm touch
Or your smile like a raisin in the sun

  • Authors: ceejay
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  • Finished: September 13th, 2021 20:00
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  • Category: Fantasy
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