Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
I still got some pictures of you,
Saved on my phone,
I take a look at them,
And I cry on my own,
My feelings took too long for you,
So you left,
If I did the same,
What would you do?
I still think of you,
Do you think of me?
I still dream of you,
Do you dream of me?
I still crave you,
Do you crave me?
I know I'm cold,
I'm sometime warm,
But I'd let my guard down for you,
Just to tell you how much I love you,
I have a picture of you,
I smile when I see you.
- Author: APB (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 31st, 2022 16:11
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 13
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