When you've finally resigned
yourself to fall asleep
instead of Yearning
for the last attentions from loved ones,
when you lay in your bed
Where you were once kissed..
and all of your thoughts turn
to those who you miss
though, there was never really love
in their eyes
it was on their Lips,
and you were drunk on their lies.
you miss the feeling of possibility,
the hope of so desired affection.
And now you have no chances
Of being tucked into bed
Of no kisses tonight..
and now
you have no one
to tell you
goodnight.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
When you've finally resigned
yourself to fall asleep
instead of Yearning
for the last attentions from loved ones,
when you lay in your bed
Where you were once kissed..
and all of your thoughts turn
to those who you miss
though, there was never really love
in their eyes
it was on their Lips,
and you were drunk on their lies.
you miss the feeling of possibility,
the hope of so desired affection.
And now you have no chances
Of being tucked into bed
Of no kisses tonight..
and now
you have no one
to tell you
goodnight.
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