always looking away
to a new and better day
all these words
i hate to say
back to a time
when we were gay
driving myself crazy
while you were away
laying in bed feeling lazy
unable to sleep
to many memories to keep.
hate the fact I'm one
of the families black sheep.
this beauty's not
skin deep
its just sort of in a heap.
loneliness is what i seek
drenched in an unwanted awkwardness
i reek
solitude and charm,
being spun right back into your arms.
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