Thursday 26 July 2012

What I Got.

I ain't got nothing much
I just keep thinking
All these words, they keep repeating
Over and over and over and over
I'll think about him
Until I get older

I've run out of words to spare
My mind is blacking out
So many thoughts, a blind fantasy
Obsessional confessions over
I'll think about him
Until I get bolder







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