Delegate me and i shall shower up thee with inevitable love
Nonetheless i am still trying.
Distance an unavoidable heap of pain which kills every blood shot vein
A broken arm a bent knee, i feel like i am lost in a deepen sea.
As i limp to and fro, i just wish i could hold on tight against your porcelain skin.
Eyes filled with burden and agony .though i dispute..
Disappointment purges my hearty sense as all five senses centrifuged to one and thats thee
I can wait my love as long as i should but my soul within would shatter by then
A feel of nostalgia right down my rib .now HOPE is my only crib.
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