Every day is a constant struggle
Between reaching out and holding in.
The desire to touch, to feel your skin
For you, I commit sin.
But in the end I know I cannot
You've moved on, and I, you've long forgot.
Then why, I ask myself do I sit here,
And allow you, in my head, to appear?
The loves long gone and the feelings have ran out
But at the sight of you my heart still scurries about.
It's because you and I, my dear,
Had grown so near,
And by leaving, you've ******* me in the rear.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
Every day is a constant struggle
Between reaching out and holding in.
The desire to touch, to feel your skin
For you, I commit sin.
But in the end I know I cannot
You've moved on, and I, you've long forgot.
Then why, I ask myself do I sit here,
And allow you, in my head, to appear?
The loves long gone and the feelings have ran out
But at the sight of you my heart still scurries about.
It's because you and I, my dear,
Had grown so near,
And by leaving, you've ******* me in the rear.
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