People ask what I want for Christmas,
and I try to tell them the cliché.
Makeup..
Gift Cards..
Shoes...
Something materialistic...
I want a boy, but not just any boy.
My heart aches for this boy..
I want my combat boots back...
I want my solider,
I can't ask for him...
I can't have him whenever I want.
I have to wait...
and the wait kills...
I told him I would wait and I would...
Waiting waiting waiting...
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
People ask what I want for Christmas,
and I try to tell them the cliché.
Makeup..
Gift Cards..
Shoes...
Something materialistic...
I want a boy, but not just any boy.
My heart aches for this boy..
I want my combat boots back...
I want my solider,
I can't ask for him...
I can't have him whenever I want.
I have to wait...
and the wait kills...
I told him I would wait and I would...
Waiting waiting waiting...
