Tired
I'm sick of thinking about you Tired of longing your voice And craving your touch I miss when you pull me close And make me scream your name But I know you don't feel the same You do miss me who wouldn't But not my soul but the flesh all over me I'll always want you Till my body turns to sand and my soul joins the stars
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