Five nights at most
In a messy bedroom
Where I feel as though
You might love me one day
With your pretty face
And arms wrapped tightly around me
As another morning quickly approaches
But then I remember
How fast these days pass
How quickly you'll forget
And you'll move on in an instant
Because you wanted to feel
But you never wanted to love me
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Blurred Emotions - A Plethora Of Short Stories
RandomThese are my thoughts put into writing; usually short stories, poems, or a jumble of words from my brain.
