Say something.
I really am trying to do this again,
But I do not have the spiritual strength left to pick up a pen.
I am too weak to ask for anything,
So if you want to, say something…
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- Author: Aa Harvey ( Offline)
- Published: August 1st, 2017 04:45
- Category: Love
- Views: 35
Comments2
Isn't it something?
It's a question I haven't asked and I am waiting for her to tell me the answer to...
"(Your love makes me weak).
I'm waiting for your loving (so weak),
I'm thinking of you,
Each and every minute.
(Your love makes me weak)
I'm yearning with desire...
(Your love makes me weak)
I can't even sleep."
Brilliantly desolate!
Thank you.
"Some say you're shy but I think differently.
It's really just that you're unsure of me...
Why...did I, have to fall in love with you...whoa, whoa...whoa,
Why...did I, have to fall in love with you...whoa, whoa...whoa, why?"
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