Thursday


all she does is cry.
Damage from the sun, my soul seeks for your precious love.
The new me doesn’t like the feeling of emptiness.
Empty means black and black means she’s sad.
She seeks for peaceful melodies and fields of sunflowers.
The way Connecticut boys come and go, they don’t love me.
I want love and I need it right now. Not just a taste.
I need it all.


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