You save
all your sweetness
for one lousy special day each year
But then
hardly notice her
the other remaining 364 days
Tell me truly
how this is supposed
to ever preserve any kind of love
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC
You save
all your sweetness
for one lousy special day each year
But then
hardly notice her
the other remaining 364 days
Tell me truly
how this is supposed
to ever preserve any kind of love
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