Aimless
I am not blameless
I am not shameless
I can't tame this
Feeling that I'm wondering
Aimless
My name is:
Fat little ball of broken love-struck stress
I am nothing more then nothing less
Sniffing dust just so I can be blessed
I wonder if I died just who would miss me
And if he'd ever get up the nerve to kiss me
Copyright © Anna Nomaly | Year Posted 2016
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