I’m looking for that emptiness in a man’s eyes when he isn’t impressed by what he sees,
But you’re telling me a different story,
And you refuse to break eye contact.
I feel weak when the clock strikes twelve and you’re still around.
You’ve just poured yourself another glass and I might just betray myself.
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Author:
Laguna (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
Temptation to cast caution to the wind and submit to passion instead of love. Nicely written
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