Done
Nov. 8th 2006
He wants me.
Whispering my name.
I’m unable to see.
Love is no game.
I pine for what can’t be had.
Am I so ideal?
I feel so bad.
So numb, unable to feel.
Looking to other sources.
Thoughts shifting.
Serenading to unseen forces.
Forever dreaming.
What’s Said is said.
I’m far from Pure.
The beast must be fed.
Lust is my only cure.
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