Dark and Twisty

Sun, 07/17/2016 - 19:54 -- ABoyd3

The slow pain of consuming my soul.Is something that which I can not uphold. This pain is draining and aching my body. My love life is not shared with just anybody.  The unwillingly love I feel for Chance. His wonderful love has got me in a trance.I can't sleep. I can't breath without his love. His hand in mine fits like a ball and glove. His deep absence has me dark and twisty. I'm not sure if I'll ever again be misty.  

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