We spent the night crying, two grown men.
And we blamed it on the whiskey,
but we both knew we we're lying.
And now as I'm laying here.
I'm wishing that was true.
That sadness it's inside,
That thing thats making me die inside.
That thing thats slowing killing me.
As I stand here next to your bed.
The love of my life.
I can't walk away.
I won't walk away.
But I should.
Two grown men?
Who would have thought?
The best of friends, playboys by nature.
Sharing the same bed.
Hated now, how can I let you live this life?
Not allowed to marry?
How can I allow you to suffer like that?
The love of my life...
We spent the night crying, two grown men.
And we blamed it on the whiskey,
but we both knew we we're lying.
And now as I'm laying here.
I'm wishing that was true.
YOU ARE READING
Emotions.
PoetryPoems that I just kind of put together, I update slowly, I just kind of randomly publish all the ones I save up.
