The searched for will never be found.
Once all hope has been lost
and you have resolved to live your life
without it.
It comes.
I’m waiting for you intrigue,
I’m longing for you passion.
That electric shock
that develops the timing
of the difficult.
The stolen looks,
the fiery touch.
I want that passion
that just can’t make it past the stairs
(again)
Dear Lord,
Send me someone who can handle my crazy,
you made me like this after all.
Surely there are some perks?
Ah-men
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