lie beside me for the night, let me feel loved for the night.
I understand you are busy, you have friends, a social life. I know what I am asking for is slightly too much, and its understandable if you say no because if it was me in your place i would be disgusted and leave me how i am.
But i am begging you, just for this night for these few hours, come beside me and tell me how i am cared for let me feel loved. It is fake love but i can not help but find comfort within it.
so before the sun rises again to declare a brand new day where you can forget all about me, for this time in the darkness keep me company and show me compassion please.
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Scrabbles
Poetrymatchsticks only go to waste when they are lit and once they are lit their lives are slowly being smothered just like humans sometimes i write nice and sometimes i don't all depends on my head
