I'm tired.
Of waiting for the sun to rise in the west,
Hoping when that time comes you will
Be back into my arms.
Your lips against my spine
And I can finally call you,
Mine.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
I'm tired.
Of waiting for the sun to rise in the west,
Hoping when that time comes you will
Be back into my arms.
Your lips against my spine
And I can finally call you,
Mine.
I just miss you so bad. I really do. I wonder if you're still alive. How you have been doing lately. Is it just me going through all these? I guess I'll never know. I should stop writing about you.
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