I struggle with the thought of being alone. I sit there constantly stating at the phone. Waiting for your call. Waiting for you to listen as I ball. I want what we use to share. The love that people called the rarest of rare. I want that again. I promise, this time, I won't sin. Give me another chance. Give me one last dance. Please son't make me beg. I'd rather not hug your leg. I'm asking you as friends. Could we possibly make amends?
December 7, 2011