I want to feel love.
I want to be loved sure,
but to feel it is something new.
Something I can’t do.
My friends,
They do
My dogs might feel it too.
I hoping one day I can feel it
as certain as the sky is blue.
Oh, I hope it’s not true
when I think I’ll die
alone.
but who’s to prove me wrong ?
as my heart lies,
an empty home.
Well not entirely empty,
Filled partially with coke and and ***
and lines of things that could **** me.
filled a little with some empty ***
and fake gestures of commitment.
I’m the problem, but so is everyone else.
Why am I do different?
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 4:05 AM UTC
I want to feel love.
I want to be loved sure,
but to feel it is something new.
Something I can’t do.
My friends,
They do
My dogs might feel it too.
I hoping one day I can feel it
as certain as the sky is blue.
Oh, I hope it’s not true
when I think I’ll die
alone.
but who’s to prove me wrong ?
as my heart lies,
an empty home.
Well not entirely empty,
Filled partially with coke and and ***
and lines of things that could **** me.
filled a little with some empty ***
and fake gestures of commitment.
I’m the problem, but so is everyone else.
Why am I do different?
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