Our Insomniac love
It never ends;
Back and forth,
Back and forth,
Again, Again, Again;
Where could you possibly be going with this?
Are my pitiful feelings never enough?
Why must you make my eyes see this *********** of your true colors,
Fondling my sight with your words.
I'm only as foolish as a ******** mother;
What excuse is that?
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
Our Insomniac love
It never ends;
Back and forth,
Back and forth,
Again, Again, Again;
Where could you possibly be going with this?
Are my pitiful feelings never enough?
Why must you make my eyes see this *********** of your true colors,
Fondling my sight with your words.
I'm only as foolish as a ******** mother;
What excuse is that?