Monday, December 5, 2011

Alone MOrnings

My hands need to be hold ......

When it lost before this world 
My waist need a support 

It's so in need of Ur rapport
My feet want to be with new pair 

As they are tired and in despair
My lips are to be closed 

When I am too confused 
live forever being mine

I hate to wake up alone.

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