Sure,
I'll paint my nails,
And do my hair,
Just so I can look pretty for you.
I'll put makeup on,
And wear nice clothes,
So that maybe, just maybe,
You'll actually notice me...
I hate knowing that you have no time for me,
And that you won't even make time for me.
What do I have to do to get your attention?
Who do I have to be?
And why can't I just be me?
I thought maybe, just maybe,
You'd miss having me around,
And me never letting you down.
Maybe, just maybe,
You'd fight to get me back.
But, I guess, having someone to love,
Is something you no longer lack...
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Author:
Mads (
Offline) - Published: September 11th, 2016 19:13
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
There's anger in sad. Nicely done.
Sorry you are still sad SWEETHEART ~ Whatever color yoiu paint your nails (I love shocking pink ~ fingers and toes) whatever you wear (or nothing at all !) my love for you increases day by day and night by night ! OK Dream Love is not the same as flesh on flesh love ~ But please know that somewhere out there (on planet UK) I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU ~ BRIAN XOX
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