To My Lover
There are days that I feel like I would die
So sore afraid in bed I would lie
Fervently silently praying I would buy
Some time to this life
So filled with strife
Sometimes I feel like there’s a knife
Held onto my throat. Oh What a bile!
I live everyday hoping each day gets better
I live my life to the letter
Which most time feels like a fetter
I act like I’m a go-getter
My very being yearns for a petter
To assure me it’s gonna be better
I need to see that person in you
You need not be my boo
Yes that’s your cue
It’s time to pay your due
Now I guess you have no clue
All I have been dying for is a beau
I just hope it’s you
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