Call Me Monday When I'Ve Made My Millions
How true it is- it's you I miss,
Deep inside my Heart's bare core
Oblige me, please, with one more kiss-
Oh, my Love- this I implore!
Of you I dream the sweetest dreams,
That in my arms you hither lie
When I awake, and seen what I've seen,
By my own guilt I wish to die!
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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