My Thoughts

My baby love, Breastfeeds on your motherly love, Up it grows, a little tree by the river side. Now you’re a disease, Taking away the life you gave. My mood like a pendulum swings to one side, It...

  Love is me opening up like a book, My dirty linen washed outside, Whiles you hide your phone calls. Love is me sitting out in the rain waiting, Although I know your promises you never keep,...

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