Fed up
Fed up of giving everything I have and nothing in return. Feeling like affection is something I need to earn.
I crave to cuddled to have his arms round me tight, a kiss on the forehead, a love letter, that’s how it’s supposed to be right ?
All these thoughts run through my head, sleeping alone whilst sharing a bed.
To be held and felt loved that’s all that I have craved.
Where is he? Where is that love that I wish I had saved.
Feeling like this it can be kinda tough , I’m fed up but I won’t give up!
Copyright © Cat Jones | Year Posted 2023
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