The longer I go without a woman,
The more suicidal I become,
To think I could have everyone,
And yet be rule to succumb…
As if stuck under an umbrella,
A corpse stuck with no rain,
A tear for every coin that falls,
And an empty bottle for the change…
To long and to be empty,
A sin without a clue,
To long for a woman I long for,
For that chaos is to ensue…
To snare the nerve that captures the ting,
Grace felt within a simple goosebump,
To think A woman could cure my brain,
And yet leave wont a for a good hump…
I think I’m suicidal without a woman,
I think I’ve been single enough,
To say I am detached to love,
Is simply not enough…
And yet a simple hug would do…
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This is a write up built from your buried emotions.. It’s gonna get better.. It’s just a matter of time
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Thanks bro.
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