That girl in the red glasses,
The one with the pretty face
And the subtle voice,
She’s well out of my league,
There’s no bravery on my part,
She’ll be the last thing I write about
In this pocket notebook of mine,
If only the feelings I’m trying to write about
Actually existed,
I wouldn’t feel like I’m lying,
All I feel is lust, as per usual,
Feelings I was capable of bearing before
Don’t exist anymore,
My heart seems like it’s broken,
I’ve no idea how to fix it,
I’ll just have to keep looking
Until someone inspires it to feel again…
I’ll have to keep waiting for that day…
Until it comes…
I’ll continue to live in lust and lies…
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