3. Albatross
I’ve been too light and fluffy lately so here’s a darker one for today….
You weasel your way into her bed With trembling hands And candy coated affection Tongue twisted over your own Tired tales are told of being lost and lonely Singing songs we’ve all heard before
You keep finding yourself alone You hold on too tightly Always clasping sweaty palms And grasping at her ankles For fear of losing…
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