my love grows but weary
each and every day
and on those days are seconds
and every second i shall pray
as the love we share beckons,
and it hollars,
and it screams.
for attention and devotion
and everything but bitterness, it seems.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
my love grows but weary
each and every day
and on those days are seconds
and every second i shall pray
as the love we share beckons,
and it hollars,
and it screams.
for attention and devotion
and everything but bitterness, it seems.
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