Desolate
Written years ago, thought I'd share it.
Once again I awake alone, a desolate existence.
The quiet murmurs of the furnace is the only thing that keeps me company.
You're the thought that gets me through the lonely days.
Just hoping you'll soon be in my arms keeps me waiting on you forever.
The quiet murmurs of the furnace is the only thing that keeps me company.
You're the thought that gets me through the lonely days.
Just hoping you'll soon be in my arms keeps me waiting on you forever.
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