Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore
And
How soon will I be seeing you?
How soon? I wish
I will internalize everything
I will hold back the pain
And I
It's over before it ever got started
It's over before it
When the day is short
And the nights are long
It's a
There are days when the cage doesn't seem
To open very
You're comin' tonight
To my home town
I've been to yours many
There was that song you wrote
About the king who went
I can hardly move and I sure can't groove
And I
In the middle of the night
Comes a knockin' at my
Remember when you said we'd marry
The wilder shores of love,
Sometimes I feel like there is no one
No one at
Love is a stranger in an open car
To tempt you
What, what would I do
If I can't have you?
If I
Emily tries, but misunderstands,
She's often inclined to borrow somebodies
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