Lover was here, in my bed, holding me close, and stroking my hair, kissing me softly, and stripping me bare, filling me up, with answers to prayers. Lover was here, in my bed, stripping my soul, leaving me dead, leaving me with nothing, got nothing to share, nothing but memories, in my pitiful head, somebody help me, wake me "I'm Dead!" Bitter, and empty, souless and cold, once young and so beautiful, now pathetic and old. molded to, his wonderful form, missing his essence, longing to hold, he wrapped my body, into his mold, leaving me with dreams, in my pitiful head, somebody somebody, wake me, I'm dead!
Reason for writing:
Sometimes, a man takes more than your body when he loves you, then leaves you.
Birth sign: Libra
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