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Until I Get Worse
Sometimes I don't even
Think of you
Until I'm tucked in bed.
I'm getting better.
Sometimes I don't even
Remember your touch;
Therefore, I can't crave it.
I'm getting better.
Sometimes I forget
How much I love you;
And then I remember
How much I love you.
And then I get worse.
Think of you
Until I'm tucked in bed.
I'm getting better.
Sometimes I don't even
Remember your touch;
Therefore, I can't crave it.
I'm getting better.
Sometimes I forget
How much I love you;
And then I remember
How much I love you.
And then I get worse.
Published 19th Jan 2014
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19th Jan 2014 3:17am
Anonymous
19th Jan 2014 3:32am
Sad but very relatable, good write.
22nd Jan 2014 1:51am
23rd Jan 2014 5:18am
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Sir Lancelott
I adore your pen!!
I'm a fan sweets!!
Keep that ink HOT sweets!!
Sir Lancelott
27th May 2014 1:16am
