dinner on me, dinner on you
i don't care, as long as it was dinner for two
but I am one, alas I must say
again and again, no matter the day
to share with myself, a dinner feast
big enough to feed you and me, to say the least
to be filled with love, passion and stories to tell
yet alone, I will sit; and in my own mind, I shall dwell
and no matter - there's no one I will see
for no one ever notices a guy like me
check please!
- Author: iamh2o (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 24th, 2016 15:48
- Category: Sad
- Views: 34
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