They come to me broken
Ready for repair
They hold onto me like I’m a fresh breath of air
A project to turn in
Never to keep
Hours, days, and years spent to fix a broken toy
Lies like love fill me with joy
They come to me broken
Ready for repair
If I fix them
Why should I not get to keep them
But alas
I’m never last
Never the last love
Never the last stop
Just a repair shop
I’m never last
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Author:
Justagirl (
Offline) - Published: June 26th, 2024 19:16
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Forget about last
When you meet the right one
You will be first
Enjoyed how this bounced along
Almost tunefully
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