My lonely four walls
Waiting for your call
Again this begging
And a longing unresolved
How many more nights
Will I put up the fight
The day is ending
But a fire, burning bright
I am thirsty and mad
For something I never had
And yes we should be fucking
But we aren't, I'm glad.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 27th, 2024 02:49
- Category: Love
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