Things I wanted to say,
Seems like a real taboo.
Before you walk away,
Let me get a taste of you.
Like my tea cold but my coffee hot,
I guess not many got that.
I’m afraid this remains a thought,
But, you were the courage I wish I had.
Writings of a Phobophobe.
Things I wanted to say,
Seems like a real taboo.
Before you walk away,
Let me get a taste of you.
Like my tea cold but my coffee hot,
I guess not many got that.
I’m afraid this remains a thought,
But, you were the courage I wish I had.
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