i don't see your car on the roads I drive
the roads you used to drive
some days with me riding passenger
some days I think you've moved out to Cali
just like you always said you would
maybe with your best friend
you had to leave behind
but then I realise
you never had that kind of money,
paid bills paycheck to paycheck
but I keep dreaming
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The Devil's Love-Ridden Abuse II POETRY Second Edition
PoetryAsh stains on my jeans you're still on my mind cherry on my skin you're still there pain doesn't block you out freezing hands shaking body withdrawals from your warmth butt burning my fingertips burning my lips dying to feel you again strike the...
