Dec 2013
I don't want to be this way.
This needy leech that clings onto warm things
and turns them cold.
Too eager
too wishful
too expectant.
Burn my skin with a match
and I'll let go of you.
I'll leave you alone.
This needy leech that clings onto warm things
and turns them cold.
Too eager
too wishful
too expectant.
Burn my skin with a match
and I'll let go of you.
I'll leave you alone.
(Florida)
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