Longing

Dreary, dreary, beat down, and weary is all I’ve know for far to long. I long for life and warmth and lightning, a taste of excitement and love.

Alas I’m alone and weary, beat down and dreary, with not to smile for.

I’ve walked in circles all this time, afraid to be in love, now I long and crave that warmth, that loving touch, that feeling never to be known.

For I am alone, beat down and oh so dreary with not to smile for.

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