Yes, waiting

Waiting waiting waiting Called you tonight so long ago, waiting. Why then that night, the need in your so fucking red and brown eyes your utter weakness divulging liters of tears as you reach out for acceptance, please, no lonely, to forget those awful things. Why then the Soft Beautiful Kiss from your golden brown cheek? Wondering mind tonight for so bloody long Bittercold, confused -We’ve gushed our insides, yet have I not seen you or you not that my lifestyle won’t fit me no more? Were there no absolute truth in words and faces, our expressions, cheaper than the wine that brought us, presumably, so much closer together? My updown mind and unstable feelings need 9inch pinning Birth please again to sanity over 4:00ams! Self redemption fits on Mondays like a cup of coffee to an old man, Tuesdays just a wake up call, concerning to me, the acceptance of it all. And yes, I’ve been here before, Stronger, but o Lord, what a shivering floor. The End -still, no call. MV