When routine bites hard, And ambitions are low, And resentment rides high, But emotions wont grow, And were changing our ways, Taking different roads Why is the bedroom so cold? Youve turned away on your side. Is my timing that flawed? Our respect runs so dry. Yet theres still this appeal That weve kept through our lives. You cry out in your sleep, All my failings exposed. And theres a taste in my mouth, As desperation takes hold. Just that something so good Just cant function no more.
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 19:44:10 +0000
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