The Alcoholic

Iβm itching to get a hold of you,
Each of my limbs are shaking
For I want you back here with me,
I miss you,
The feeling of you on my lips
Or when I hold you in my hand
Thatβs what I want,
My fingers to interlock around you
But I must accept you are gone,
We werenβt supposed to be together,
You were bad for me,
But to me that was good,
You were the reason I got up.
My morning hello or evening goodnight.
Please come back,
I promise that was our last goodbye.
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Comments
Very, very good! Clever! I like it a lot!!βΊ