My skin is boiling
But I'm so cold
I can't remember the last time
I felt so alone
My heart lays in pieces
My minds run amuck
I wanted you
In the most innocent of ways
Holding me tight
And keeping the bad thoughts away
But you've left me stranded
Now I'm lost again
Will I ever have something that lasts?
That's truly all I ask.

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The Drabbles of a Young Mind
PoetryPoems made during fits of passion, or you know, whenever it is that inspiration decides to hit.