Frank still
Hasn't found my sugar.
It's making him frustrated too.
He would ask me where
It's at,
As if I would ever tell him.
I don't know what makes him think that.
But I just
Give him a laugh
Because he will never
Find it.
So I tentatively stare,
Sitting from our white couch,
As he scatters around the house
Like a fucking hopeless mouse,
Opening drawers,
Looking through cabinets,
Checking my closet,
Even though,
Like I said,
He will never find my sugar.
He gave me a look,
And I gave him one back,
He tells me, "Gerard, I fucking swear to God that I'll find that stuff, even if it's the last thing I do."
And I swish my shoulders at him, "You can try."
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Sanity (Frerard)
Fanfiction"And what I felt was more than thumping. I felt his love for me. and I think he loves me with his soul too." .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. •Warning: Triggers • Drug Use • Soft Sexual Content • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
