Some of us long
To be held by that
Special someone one day,
When others that have been
Hurt, Long not to get so many
Restless nights;
With that person being on your
Mind, Constantly
It's almost sickening,
It's leaves you stuck,
And with your emotions
Running wild,
You almost feel drained
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
Some of us long
To be held by that
Special someone one day,
When others that have been
Hurt, Long not to get so many
Restless nights;
With that person being on your
Mind, Constantly
It's almost sickening,
It's leaves you stuck,
And with your emotions
Running wild,
You almost feel drained
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