Something has gotta give,
Something is gonna give way.
Something has given way.
Broken free, or maybe drifted dead far far from me.
I live to enjoy things that are made for artistic value.
Be it someone's voice, the strums of a guitar, to the strokes of a brush to canvas and the words penned by a pained heart. But I can't focus on all this without a muse that ties my waning heart to this world. Is it really too much to ask for to feel warmth in my arms and words that are whispered only to my ears? To see that feeling of want in the eyes of someone, and to return these feelings to the person without any fear of it going to waste.
Really man, I just wanna feel loved.
Oh and Happy New/Last Year Readers!
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