Euphoria
It is after your euphoria
When I ask you to love me
Not fuck.
Love.
And you turn away
Where I wonder
If I’m always going to feel this empty
Laying beside you
This poem is about:
Me
It is after your euphoria
When I ask you to love me
Not fuck.
Love.
And you turn away
Where I wonder
If I’m always going to feel this empty
Laying beside you
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