Heart Ache


I drink coffee like it’s water;

you say you’re counting down the days,

and I find the thrill

is just not there

no matter what you say.

I wonder if this is depression,

or hurt from loss of love,

but you’ve done nothing

to arouse suspicion,

so I don’t know what of.

I spend the day running round

going crazy inside my head,

because all I want is all of you

lying next to me in bed.

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