Those eyes that twinkle,
The touch of his fingers.
On the skin it tingles,
A feeling that lingers.
I hear a jingle,
I silent my ringer.
Just munching on my zinger,
Almost forgot that I’m single.
Escapist.
There’re some things
She wouldn’t tell,
Places with him
Where she often dwell.
The darkness of his eyes,
Was where she fell.
She never knew
It’d be living hell.
It’s in silence,
She’d chose to yell.
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