Loneliness grows with inactivity
You are enough, but you'd die for me?
Sometimes there's just no opportunity
A string just hangs there loosely
The night fades to black
Being in love, just bring it right back
I was taught to be full on sin
The rate went from max to min
I'm just scared to get old
Just waiting for my life to unfold
All I need is a priest or a pastor
In the end, who's really the master?
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Poems Of Creatvity And Creation
PoetryPoetry, where it lives "The ones who are trying to define us are the ones that are lost"
