The world has gone too
clinical for me,
no talking,
I want the real thing
I don't want text
messages with the
right number of kisses
at the end
no one sends flowers
anymore
or scented sweet
nothings
it should change
I want the real thing
Instead for all I
know you are up to no
good in a nightclub
what I need is good strong
arms from a man who
loves me
love grows not diminishes
proper love
lasts
No comments:
Post a Comment