Jaded Lover

Untold Truth

Quietly, carefully, with best intention in my head
Each night in slumber I beg for the truth to find me in my bed

Yearning for my heart to scream the answer
Accepting slowly that you may never be my dancer

Filtering personal truths in a sunny playful way, but reality is I wish they never knew this insatiable pain

My heart dies a little bit each day with empty desire, and yearns to physically feel love again

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